The dust has only just begun to fall.

Composed: March 9, 2011 at 9:35pm

Looking back on all these years,

perhaps sometimes things just change because they have to.

Things change because people change,

when people change,

actions change,

when actions change,

well,

nothing stays the same

for long.

I’m sitting here contemplating whether I should 

even

care about this,

about you,

about them,

about everything.

And I find myself 

reciting

‘Perhaps sometimes things change because they have to.’

If I repeat this,

If I recite this,

perhaps 

I’ll believe 

it.

It.

Perhaps that is why there is an end

in

Friend.

And I’m tired of being the one who’s

always

there;

just waiting for you to get hurt

and come running to me

so that I can patch up that 

irreconcilable heart of yours.

Maybe I don’t want to do the patchwork anymore.

Maybe I never wanted to do any patchwork at 

all.

My head is now held high,

and I think I’m ready to

give it a go,

to give an end

to this

circular train that 

we’re all 

on.

And I remember when I was in the

6th

Grade;

and I told myself I never wanted a best friend again.

Because she betrayed me.

And I tell myself again,

Maybe I don’t want a best friend.

And when your eyes scan across these words and believe I am talking about you,

I probably am.

Know that I am sick and fucking tired of cleaning up the jobs of others’ doings.

When you scan your eyes across these words,

you won’t even be able to understand where I am speaking from:

from a place buried so deep down inside of my soul 

echoing 

How foolish

was I

to let someone in?

Foolish.

Very foolish.

This is the end.