Consumed

We get stuck in the lining of these patterns- soaked in our comforts, and we find it hard to stray- for all we have absorbed makes it hard to walk away. and how do we escape it- when so long we lived this way? and honestly it seems easier to stay, it's comforting to wake to the same face everyday. But days go on- and soon what you thought had been desire is now long gone, and though you meant to love him, there's no longer a bond; its like you piss each other off, just to see how they'll respond- and it's all so wrong. There are some, whom will never leave, some whom actually convince themselves- that a better love they will receive; whom are entirely consumed- by the fears they conjure for themselves; making it seemingly impossible to move- hidden in the thoughts you can't dispel. Unwritten stories would impel- For them-to cast to him-a farewell ; Move forward despite the fear- Even if it feels like hell. Know that I'm here; know that there was not a single second- in which my path, was free of fear, and the destination far from near- but to my fear I did not adhere.