Living Or Alive

you pull my heart strings as I walk away, inadvertently. I know that I will fade from your conscious, forgotten inevitably. But a piece of each fades with our friendship, traits become memory, Although… this may sound bitter, there is sweetness in the undertone, because with loss you find yourself, each time slightly less alone, the love you feel for who that is, will reflect on the world that surrounds, blasting through the bittersweet, leaving you to live without bounds, So love ardently, with all of your soul, and when it’s over you reconstruct the goal, or make a goal to be able to love and let go as the opportunity allows, No one says that show of emotion has to end in eternal vows, Due to the fact that for-nowers, are often disguised in forevers, promises to remain, to settle down when you are young and restless is an application to clinically insane, Don’t let these retard your essence of being, you weren’t meant to be contained, But then... There is nothing worse than the impending bending, just know it comes with growth, If you never outgrew relationships, in turn you’d begin to loathe, The connection that your potential could have outshone, and instead you chose to stay, You live like that and you will experience grief in a most unbeneficial way, This is where jealousy, paranoia and even playing fields exist, Within the confines of “could have done better” or “opportunities missed”, You cannot grow together, if you never grow apart, If memories bound in the strings of life, intertwine with those of each heart, Inevitably their pull will influx in strength leading each to his own end, So to fall in love all over again is to allow your past to mend, Inadvertently binding them together until death doth tear them in two, Only to repeat the process, connect, grown, connect, fall all the way through.