There's a time to fight, and a time to make flight. Some dance to remember, and some dance to forget.
Unfortunately, you can hold on to a loved one as much as you want until your very soul bleeds from where your nails dig into your own palms. Desperation sets in. The lights go out. Tremors come, and the hours go on to become days, which become years and months until you are sitting alone in the dark, crying to invisible forces that have led you to the darkest corner of a cold hard floor and have swayed you to lay in the fetal position. Friends may call, family may fret, but in the end the very thing that kills you in the feeling of abandonment is the same thing that allows you to walk again in time.
It's the memoris you've made. Its the scent in the air that reminds you of her perfume, the beat on the radio that was playing the first time you kissed, the mom & pop restaurant in which you may have spent an entire night just getting lost in each other's eyes.
The pain is unreal, and the cold grounds you back to reality, as if you needed reminding. All at once, you question yourself, and torture your already broken heart, digging for answers as to what went wrong, and what YOU did to screw it up this time. Those you relied upon in the past begin to really piss you off with their good intentions and age-old sayings, like "There's plenty of fish in the sea", or "If you love her, let her go and see if she comes back to you". Right. As if you want to stick a line out to see who else may take a bite, when in your deepest certainty, you know she was one in a million. You may love her so much that you can brush it off with a facade of untouched pride, and tell yourself, "anything to make her happy". In the end, you believe it, but you learn to hate yourself for being the nice guy. Nice guys finish last, they say, don't they?
You would think that with such a fact being a somewhat universal truth, people would stop giving a rat's ass about anyone else, but no. There are a few of us who remember. A few of us who see that without the little guys who get stepped on, and move out of the way for the betterment of others, the world falls into chaos. Humans didn't climb the food chained-fence by thinking of themselves. Then again, humans never got anywhere trying to go about life without a better-half, either. And so, the vicious circle starts all over again. But life goes on, although bitter, although cold. Broken and battered, the saints go marching on, holding on to nothing else but their memories.
Those who've abandoned the warmth that human's naturally resonate towards one another, in pursuit of a cold shell that leaves them without pain, but also in the cold of their own self-exile, tell you to just get over it, or that it's all in your head. No one knows what you feel like when you're there. Every time is different. You dive into primal reactions and states of mind that leave you seeming obsessive to those who don't understand, or on the flip side, tragically romantic to those who do. You succomb to vices. You drink, you smoke, you find yourself wanting to drive faster and faster down dark canyons as she drifts farther and farther from you. In a spark of self-defeat (one of many), you may find yourself a pyro, when you never even owned a lighter. You tear up old pictures, burn old love letters, punch holes in walls, and yell at anyone who questions your motives, and then you beat yourself up again as you realize that no matter what you do, no matter how fast you drive, or how far you run, she's become a part of you that will never leave.
We don't choose to love people. If it was anyone's choice to TRULY love someone, then no one would do it, because of the pain that comes out of it when two lovers can't find a happy medium. You are drawn towards people whether you like it or not, the only choice we have is whether or not to pursue them, and through pursuing them, create, yet again, another collection of bittersweet memories.
Like a moth to the flame.
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Garth Brooks - More Than A Memory (With Lyrics)by DragonlordRock861,183,123 views
Can I be straight up my man...all Kudos to u for posting a vid for the world to see, takes a lot of guts. For that, I say GREAT JOB, u have heart! OK, now the tough part, you need singing lessons, you have serious pitch problems and your timing is off as well as phrasing issues. A+ for trying .... D- for performance and only reason u didn't get an F was the bandana was cool. Just keeping it real baby!
FightingSheep1 1 month ago
@FightingSheep1 You can be straight as iron, friend. I just 'liked' your comment, actually. Thanks for the critique! Not trying to win american idol or anything, though. Just doing what I love to do :)
thebrownduke 1 month ago
Dude you're absolutely amazing. Keep singing :)
PandaSayRawrz 6 months ago
@PandaSayRawrz Well, thank you Panda! Gland you enjoyed that!
thebrownduke 1 month ago
Nice job, man.
gbitm 6 months ago
@gbitm Thank you!
thebrownduke 1 month ago