the ugly truth of a beautiful moment
is that it has to end sometime
when you have become so used to it
that it breaks you.
and sometimes i feel scared we will
become just that. beautiful moments turned
faded memories. burnt-out stars that were
once shiny but now are just dust specks
floating across a universe that doesn’t
care about us.
and the woe that drives the tears out of my eyes
each time i remember the bright future we were promised
and how even when we know that the promise is bound
to be broken we still keep clinging to its pieces
like they will save us from the inevitable shipwreck.
sometimes i wonder if you too are a beautiful moment
that will sink beneath the waves with everything else.
i wonder if our promises of forever mean anything
when forever always feels possible until it’s not.
we dream together of blue skies and glowing reflections
of our future selves but what is the future if not too soon now?
and what is now if not too quickly the past?
and what is time if not a lie to keep us hoping
to keep us trying for things that won’t come
and things that will end the moment we
become too comfortable in their presence?
