The Relativity of Time

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RPSVpoetry | Saturday

They say that only time will tell, and that time will heal all wounds,
But who's to say that that's all true? To speak for someone else when we don't know what someone's been through.
Some people will continue to say that they'll need some time to think things through, that they need time to think.
But how much time will you take? How much time do you need?
Until you start realizing that at some point in life, it becomes exhausting and tiresome to relive the repetitive and vicious cycle that you've been stuck in the entirety of x amount of years that you've been here.
A systematic world, filled with an empty void, always trying to fill our veins and bodies up with pleasure and pain.
Materialistic things that we cling onto, the comfort we find in the temporary things. 
Instead of leaning in towards all of the heavenly things that have been here this entire time.
The beauty in our flaws, the breathtaking views that we now only ever see through someone else's photography. 
What happened to you? What happened to me?

When did we become so lost in fables and lies?
Instead of doing our best to survive, instead of doing all of the things we can do in order to grow and thrive.
Burn down the bridges that have been haunted by ghosts of the past,
Find a friendship, small and few.
Spend less on brand names and all of the things that are shiny and new.
Enjoy the little things, fill our lives back up with bliss, share the love and happiness.
Instead of being caught up in the made-up stories and the excuses.
No longer sacrificing our time to someone who only makes themselves available whenever it's convenient for them.
Making you endlessly wait until they're ready to please and pleasure their egos again.
It's time to rethink our relationships and who we should keep. 
Who should we let go of?
The ones we've forgiven but the things they did and say we shouldn't ever forget.

Don't hold onto the empty promises that have been said and made.
They'll lie through their teeth, make you feel sorry and bad because you broke a streak.
Only to drain you of your energy, leaving you empty and bleak.
Wasted nights, regretful guilt fills your head with self-doubt.
Get back up, learn from your mistakes, admit to fucking things up,
Hold you close even when all you wanna do is scream and shout.
Take you in when everyone else has finally shown that all they'll ever do is shut you out.
Unveiling and revealing the true colors of a person from the way they react and respond.

They'll act like they care, but all that's left is your cold and empty hands reaching out into the empty air.
Open it once again, maybe not. Maybe it's time to close it all down.
It's time to find a place where I can call home.
Because home is where the heart is and my heart's been kind of blue.
I'm putting it back together with a thread, a needle, and some glue. 
Stitch back the pieces that I still have, get back up even when I've fallen down on my ass.
I'm allowing myself to heal, gotta let time pass.
Embrace who I am and who I'll always be.
Pour out my emotions, let my feelings run free.
True friends are the ones who become family.
No matter how much time has passed, or the distance between us,
We will always find each other in this world.
We'll come back embrace each other again.

You may be gone now, but you will never be forgotten.
Your support and the time I had with you while you were still here is what gave me the strength to carry on even when I felt like the world had ended.
But you're still here. Placed within my heart, kept alongside my lonesome soul.
A permanent, beautiful stain upon my temporal lobe, our memories boxed up inside of my distorted brain.
I know that "normal" won't ever be a thing, but that's okay.
I've got poetry, I've got dance and the music that will always take me to where words cannot.
Even when it gets a little hectic and I'm feeling more crazy than usual.
I'll use the light within me as fuel.
Fueling my heart and soul back up with love and positivity.
Because that's who I am and who I'll always be.
Honestly expressing myself and sometimes being somewhat carefree.
Life's too short to hold onto all of the painful memories.

I'd be lying if I told the world that I didn't miss you.
Waking up at two in the morning with the thought of you running around in my dreams.
Traversing through my night terrors, memories of my grandpa before I lost him at the age of sixteen.
Anxiety strikes, attacking me with panic.
I know I can get a little out of control sometimes, some even call it manic.
I've never been perfect and I'll never do anything to paint an image filled with lies.
It's something I couldn't do. Something I'd never try.
I've been bored here, stuck in a slow rotation of how comfortable everyone is.
I hate this. The comfort, the bubbles, the silence, the loudness, and too many voices.
Stop trying to control me. My walls are up and I've got boundaries. You don't get to make my choices.
I'm done with wasting time.
It's time to move on.
Time to heal.
I've always been ready.
So ask yourself. 
When will you finally be ready?
Ready to love unconditionally.
Honestly and truly.
Freely expressing who you're supposed to really be.
To finally be selfish enough to find inner peace.
They don't control you. They don't own you.
Only you can choose how you'll respond and react to the world and the people you're surrounded with.
One day, in due time, true love will save us, set us free and that's not a myth.