pain

it's never your fault.
just something we all wish you weren't.
it's almost like telling a fish to breathe out of water, because no expectations means no
let-downs.
it's taken a while to build up, a moment to die down,
but when i see you again, it'll be like nothing has changed.
at least i hope it will.

if youth and determination were all that mattered, it still wouldn't fit right.
like a limb torn off, and sewn back together with fishing wire.
fake, plastic.

alterior motives don't show when you're not looking for them,
and i was blinded, so blinded.
it's funny how we do that.
and never let it show,
just like we want the pain.

take it away though, and it's all the more painful.