It’s Easier To Find Hope In Tragedy
We talked again today.
Flashbacks left me in a blissful dismay.
My heart in your hands to rot and decay.
So tell me, what will it take?
For it to feel like it did yesterday.
These halls are getting smaller,
crammed with assumptions and expectations,
but I can still pick you out from these empty faces.
Like picking out light from the darkest of places.
Your ray of confidence cuts through me,
like depression complemented by a blanket of anxiety.
All these promises never held true,
and those three little words,
a lie, no…
a gift from me to you.
Every kiss that used to end these fights,
is now sold with fears of cyanide.
And the silence becomes a daily routine,
a quick fix for a much-needed dose of serenity.
For every word said feels like it’s force-fed back down my throat,
a debilitating “I told you so”, a habit I’ve come to know.
And those stares you fire off at me,
breed enough hate to kill off the world a hundred times over.
So aim before you shoot sweetie,
cause a miss would be something of a tragedy,
but a miss would still be the end of me.
So it’s not quite a win-win situation,
but we both know life’s full of tough decisions.
Don’t fret though good news is but seven words away…
IT’S EASIER TO FIND HOPE IN TRAGEDY,
allow me to elaborate.
We can always find some good when all is bad,
A strand of acceptance when rejection is all that’s left.
Even God seems to shine with a brighter light,
When the Devil’s perched by your side.
So when you feel like you won’t survive the night,
just know that through my eyes…
you will always radiate an innocent light.