Lonesome

I can sit here and tell you all about the moon and the stars and how lonely it is to sleep at night.

I can sit here and tell you all about broken hearts & unlovable characters.

I can sit here and point out every single mistake I've made.

I can tear myself apart to prove your point, but I won't.

Why should I? If you know no better than I do about life.

If you know no more than I do about being an adult.

If you know no more than I do about responsibility, or about love.

Because in life that's how you get by.

I can sit here and tell you we're different, but I can't because we're not that different.

You have schemes, I have truths,

You have rage, I have patience,

You have a record of being the worst, I have a record of mistakes.

I can sit here and pick you apart as you did to me, but I won't...

Because your forgiveness is not important,

Your acceptance is not valid,

Your words are not believable,

Your "story" is just a story, but not your story,

See i can not compare and say the differences between me and you

because truth is you can not pick apart an act...

all that you know, everything that you saw, all of the tears, all of that hurt... see you don't know if it was real.

And even if it was I sleep at night sound asleep,

you sleep at night fighting your demons... lonesome and loneliness are all but the same when you've lost yourself for a while and the ghost of life and your mistakes bring the karma tied to your feet.

-jossyflowers🌹