I met him once in a video shop.

It was right around eleven o’clock

and I asked for help

cause I couldn’t find

a movie that I’d want to watch.

And I found out in the nick of time

that absence brings insightfulness,

though I gave it all and did my best,

sometimes it just is pointless.

Cause they’re never who they say they are,

and although you try to get so far,

there’s just so far that you can go

before you see the things that

they didn’t want to show.

And you have no idea just what’s in store,

so you go by what you know right now.

The advice given by your closest friends

won’t help till later anyhow.

So you close your eyes and dig your nails

into your hair or upholstered chairs

as the pit inside your stomach grows,

and your faith and optimism fails.

And as time passes then you’ll see

that it’s never always meant to be.

You must shake off all the tangled snares,

and free yourself to see

the love that wasn’t there.

You say you feel better but you’ve yet to be.

Now your stuck in a transitional phase.

You hold back tears try to mend your ways,

and submerge yourself in a better routine.

Your desperation to distract yourself

is fading in intensity

As acidic-sense does its cleaning job:

someday you’ll be a memory.

So you start to analyze your thoughts

to keep back tears that waste your time.

Your heart aches, but your head screams, “No,

don’t break again your worn-out seams,

someday you will be fine.”