The absence of reverence,
From lack of common sense.
Dealing with the severance,
In which sparred with the confidence.
The results were oh so monstrous.

You grew tired,
But in reality,
It was you,
That erased your tolerance.

Maybe someday I'll write our memoirs,
On a story book
If you ever want to reach me, you know where to look
Our story will be free from all the helpless worry...

False realities never die,
The truth may never know.
Because it was all good as of few weeks back,
Like a month ago..

You changed because the lies in your head insisted,
Like "Look I told you so."

We all want to be better than we really are
Sometimes we push too far
We conceal our mistakes and those stories we'd like to forget
There's no need to try to be perfect
Just be yourself.
© @laini8580
@MystiquelyMe