No matter how much
they better themselves
climbing up the moral high ground
we’re always going to see
them as the monsters
who made us lose faith in ourselves
and as a throbbing reminder
of the lost dreams
that’s something you can never
unsee
You know when the story is already done
The moment where everyone
moved on
but
you still clung on
like
when Augustus was already gone
living as a skeleton of his former self
yet
Hazel
refused to admit that their relationship
was in the gallows
That’s what we hold onto sometimes
When everyone else
sees the end of a story
you’re still in the middle
still trying to
pick up fragments of what was
and pretend like it still is
Because both
Hazel and you
don’t want to come to terms
with the waxing of pain
that comes
when you both realize
the story is what was
and it can never again be
it still is
We live in a cruel world
of monsters disguised as men
of killers who even after
ripping away at your flesh
feed you lies
The only way to survive
fend for yourself
even at the expense of others
Is that makes the world cruel?
If we got rid of the monsters
the people we deem
as inherently evil
Would the world be better?
No.
What if the world was never cruel?
There was no inherently attached
to any individual
Instead it was your
only salvation
that created a cruel world
