Wingedfairy

Finding a way to get lost within someone else,

Remembering that everything that comes back to you must have been broken at some time or another. 

Wanting to change my mind, I know it’s too let to take a different path. 

Rising to the challenge and knowing that it can all be seen, 

everyday I find myself looking at you.

Realizing that you won’t ever come to me, I won’t fall under the spell again. 

Pulling away from you like I did once before, I don’t know if I can trust you anymore. 

Changing who you are and becoming something different isn’t how you play the game. 

I once stood behind you, I once gave into you. Falling back away and stepping back, having feelings that I will keep hidden away and swallowing the pain away as tears run down my face 

My previous life has changed and I am once again stuck where I was at the beginning.

Keeping my eyes open and seeing a hidden door hoping that I can once again fall into it and be brought back to my body. 

Falling apart slowly in this life, swimming around hoping for a reason. 

I am who I am, don’t condemn me for what I am. I’ve stood in the in-between life, I’m stuck in this time. Going back is impossible, I can accept how I’ve become and who I have become. The question is are you going to try and change me? Why change something that has become almost perfect. Perfect is what you find yourself in wonder over, It’s the one thing that you strive for in life sometimes. It’s the one thing that you alone can control. It can control you, it can keep you from turning back. Perfection is never easy, nor can it be done. There is always something wrong with something, no matter how much you don’t want to admit it. Falling apart at the seams and shifting into something different to try and cope with the concept that sometimes some things are just blind. Denying yourself something that you consider perfect is never easy. Giving into what you see as perfect is always the best thing that can happen. 

I’m not perfect and I don’t calm to be, I can see somethings as perfect, but what I find perfect might not be perfect to a different person. Its never the same, it’s always different. You can change something that was never meant to be changed.