Writing to Ruin

Fake = False. 
Can't we just admit it to ourselves. 
This is false. 
We're both afraid of ruin though. 
We're both afraid of letting this completely fall apart.
We're both afraid of  letting go of something that we've hoped for so long,
that we created to be perfect in our minds. 
Really though?
What is perfect?
We aren't the same anymore. 
Have you ever found that a person you knew so well so long ago, 
now you barely know at all?
It's a loss. 
A terrible awful loss. 
When you lose something though, it lets room in for something new. 
Complete ruin provides way for new life. 
Can we live a life without each other?
To just give up hoping. 
Even then, you now hope that you can go on hoping. 
Even there. Hope. 
Hope will exist even without one another. 
Can we not be so afraid anymore?
Can you let go of my hand and give up on pretending 
that you understand me. 
We're different. 
I will miss you. 
You will miss me. 
I will love you. 
You will love me. 
And we will go on......
Can we just move on?

--But this is just another autobiography, examining the prosopography of me.
 By: Emma Marie.

One Response so far.

  1. Catie says:

    I love your writing.