knowing

It is in the knowing we tend to forget where we have been and how we became.

It is in the moments that define us that we fail to see that our destruction is our beginning.

It is not time that decides our movements but the beating of our hearts yearning so for that swan song.

We have nothing and then we think we do only to realize we were never one but always two.

It seems my head is stuck in that forest of dreams and nightmares.

It seems my tattered flesh only grows to tear again.

My torment is self imposed and letting you go was always going to be my destiny.

A rose cannot grow with constant rain or sun. 

The flower must die a little, sacrificing the dearest things and replacing them with the bitter-sweet thorns.

The form of survival has no mercy, not even to the gentlest of hearts.

It is in the knowing we must go, then let it all go to finally be

Reviews

[Patricia]

oh my have you been in my heart and head? well done!

[AKhaus]

Thank you for reading!