Questions: The Craving

are questions something that cause problems or do they spark conclusions and solve problems?

Craving the things before:

Things that were rotten,

But things i adore.

 

Suspense only leaving more questions.

Voices saying to leave,

And only add to the tensions.

 

Every wrong is hard to make right

When the right is so wrong,

And it's wrong when we fight.

 

Working it out feels good in the end,

But endings come too quick

and good feelings fail to begin.

 

 

Questions: The Right Treatment

Are questions something that cause problems or do they spark conclusions and solve problems?

Does it make sense to know that someone will treat you right but wonder if being together is right? Is more time needed to be sure either way? Is it wrong to end things in fear feelings will not grow for you and you will hurt them even more? They can only fall harder no doubt if they have already, and if time goes on where their love grows and yours lessens, what is there that would be left to do? How do you avoid the hurt? Is it wrong to take the chance of finding something special? What if you just do not think it's right with them but you're scared you will never find someone that will treat you the same or even better? It's better than anything you've had before. You wouldn't have to settle for crying at night like you had done a millions times before. It's a good thing and he would do anything for you, you know it, but would you ever do the same for him?

Questions: Faded Ending

Are questions something that cause problems or do they spark conclusions and solve problems?

You were a star. You were an angel, blessed by the realms of hell bent satisfaction. What you were is only defined by destruction. I can’t say you were all bad though. That’s why you filled my heart with a fire, but it grew too hot too quick in all the wrong ways. You were a brave one for trying me out as a game. I’m not one to mess with because I am an angel and I am in my own ways perfection. I am the sticky side of the tape roll and if you are caught by me you will be stuck there. There you can’t help but enjoy the ways of my flawlessness. Could it be, though, that that is my one true flaw? Could perfection be a flaw? You want to play me as a game then my true beauty captures you and you fall in love, but that was not what you wanted, so you decide you hate me and for that reason you decide to hurt me. Trying to convince yourself you don’t care and just wait upon the day I mess up. In the dark you’d leave, for a moment you look back, but I am too tired and asleep to realize you want me to beg you to come back. So you leave me and it is what we call a faded ending. We move on. Undeniably remembering what it was that we did, where we went, what we had accomplished, and who we became together. A faded ending leaves me with so many questions that I think will never be answered, so because of that I do not know what lesson I had to learn but I know that there is always a reason. Luck is something that may actually not exist and that fate is what controls us, not luck. I hate you, but I have to thank you. And for that reason we are blessed.