Is it the beginning of the end?
Or the end of the beginning?
People change with time,
and times change with people.
But why?
Is it the constant,
blinding pressure,
the pressure the is pressed upon us at all time?
Or is it the longing to be something better,
different.
For one never knows what they want,
until the lose it.
Then they want it back,
which is not only impractical,
but impossible as well.
Love takes its toll on those faint at heart,
and lasts for those who are strong.
For anything to be persistent,
you have to take the abuse.
The abuse of love,
or the abuse from the one you love.
Be it mental, physical, or verbal,
it happens.
And sometimes what hurts the most,
is to hear those three words,
-I love you.
And wonder if their true,
or just another plot,
to break you.
