People always say that they'll be there for you in your darkest moments, your blackest hours and your most pestilential states. They say they'll stand by you, hold your hand, and whisper in your ear tender words supposed to heal the broken. They say that they'll bring the glue, and find the pieces, and my god they will fit them back together. They always say that they will dry your tears, catch them in the dry palms extorted by the sun and use the sadness to cultivate something better. Something beautiful. People always promise they'll be there for you. But once tragedy hits, once the sadness comes, those behind the promises turn to children in the face of despair-their callow wails splitting open the pestiferous night-tongue tied and unable to fathom they once promised. Because in the end, no one really knows how to help. They just make the promises and hope it's enough when they can't be fulfilled. And they never are.
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Midnight Musings
PoetryMy thoughts are most awake at night. Some of them are worth sharing. Most aren't. So here they are. My Midnight Musings.
