They say that history
Is regulary updated
And twisted to make the past align
With that of the present.
The shallow misread is that we learn.
We learn
And we grow
And we try to learn from what the books tell us our ancestors did wrong.
We learn
And we grow
And we try to look back on the things that caused us pain and never do them again.
History is adjusted and twisted
To fit with that of the present.
One heartbreak
Was another's discontent
And one mistake
Was anothers desire.
One night.
One man's pain was another's grief.
We learn
And we grow
And we try to stop looking for people where we know they don't belong.
We try not to hear their voice
And we try to sleep without remembering what they felt like sleeping next to us.
We try not to remember the past mistakes
To just be rid of them
To pretend they never happened.
Heartbreak will always be adjusted and twisted to fit the grief of the present.
One day we will stop looking for people running across highways.
For people to be exactly where they don't belong.
Even when we wish they still did.
YOU ARE READING
Chords
PoetryThis life is not about your blood or your ability to get by. It's about the constant battle you have with yourself. And, how you cope. I write to relieve the pain.
