Even you

You leave and you return,
You leave and you return,
And all the days pass by soon,
But, in the dark, you all leave
And silence plays its eerie tune.

They say, lovers leave and should,
If anyone knows, you would;
But there are some who return;
That happens rare and, mostly,
In loneliness, alone you shall burn.

You have seen the moon shining bright,
It oft becomes the sole centre of night,
All rave on her beauty and swoon;
But, on the darkest night, she leaves –
Even the moon leaves, even the moon.

So laugh, while you can, and fuck and eat
And, if you can, go ahead and repeat;
Because everyone leaves and this is true;
And in the darkest hours of deceit
Even you could leave, and yes, so will you.

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Gank

I have no recourse, but to hear the break,
As personality comes, soon or late,
No matter the error trust and Love make,
Reality is the stronghold of fate.

Romanticism drowns in cracks of time,
And sanity prevails like a wart;
It is perhaps no fault of yours or mine,
Breaks just happen to the thinking sort.

Age gaps and family and wounds and sense
Creep up like four ganks in an online game;
So then, we weep with a lack of pretence;
Because we suddenly know who to blame.

And all we want from what’s left of this hope
Is a strong support and some length of rope.

Being Made to Believe

I was made to believe in all that’s right;
My elders told me good always prevails,
The day always follows the darkest night,
One succeeds despite all the times one fails;
They said keep faith, have strength, do the right thing;
Rise up each and every time you fall;
Trust in life, no matter what it may bring,
In time, tears do end, love does conquer all.

Now I’ve seen bad things happen to the good,
Seen fools prosper, the fatigue of the wise,
Though I lived just as I was told I should,
I acquired a heartache that never dies.
And yet I find I’ve this lesson to learn:
Those who leave, seldom, if ever, return.