Jilted

You think everything has a beginning, middle and end.
But some things are just not that cut and dry.
For what might start may simply fade.
While an ending might come without a set stage.
Cause life is a muddle through and through.
All you can do is the best with what it gives to you.
That’s not to say that you should not try.
More like it will never be a straight smooth ride.
So prepare yourself for when things go wrong.
Then you’re less likely to come undone.

Many things will not always remain the same.
Times will shift and so shall you.
Where once was hate you might instead find peace.
Yet cheating cannot help to give you belief.
Instead things will turn to cloudy grey.
All while those you believed close drift away.
But these are just how it ebbs and flows.
Not a fracture that results in death throes.
So enjoy the time you have while it’s in hand.
Cause one day it might not be quite that brand.

Dialect of these frozen moments.
Each one a fresh component.
All of them make you up.
Helped to shape your personality cup.
Font of how you came to be.
Every ounce a declaration of identity.

Cycles may be stunted and misshapen messes.
Pressing upon new formed stresses.
Taking shots at parts you seek to keep.
Battle hard to ensure you see no defeat.
Cause to lose one’s self is tragic beyond compare.
It’ll leave you with a dead and vacant stare.
Hollow out what should be full.
Twist interesting to incredibly dull.
Not events anyone should ever seek.
For it makes a soul utterly incomplete.

Dialect of these frozen moments.
Each one a fresh component.
All of them make you up.
Helped to shape your personality cup.
Font of how you came to be.
Every ounce a declaration of identity.

Don’t let it shatter.
Secure it so it can’t fall.
Protect it as though it breathes with life.
For without structure you’ll collapse under the weight of nothing at all.