Crumpled

Crumpled

Once you crumple paper

it'll never be the same.

The little ball of

wrinkles becomes weaker

and unattractive. No matter

how hard you try to return

it to it's original state,

it will always be indifferent.

Just like trust.

It starts out as

a crisp piece of paper.

Brand new and fragile.

But with the slightest

action, it can be

compromised. With every

wrinkle imbedded comes a

reason of distrust and a

reason to let someone go.

Yet, you still try to iron

them out, with every swipe

of your hand is a sign of

hope. To restore what has

been lost. You can forgive in

order to keep someone in your

life but forgetting will never

be an option. It will always be

weighed down on your shoulders.

Making you curious as to

if people are telling you the

truth. Making you wonder if

they are keeping secrets. Now

secrets are a poison that doesn't

kill, they can keep your conscience

unsteady, your mind racing and

hurt the ones who mean the most.

But that isn't the most dangerous
northe hardest to live through.

Putting on a fake smile and

holding back your tears.

Having your mind constantly

going back to the lies.

That's what we need to

learn how to deal with.

We need to learn how to

take a deep breath,

clutch that crumpled paper

and toss it behind your shoulder.

To keep your head high

and walk away.