fuck
You lose your keys, your hairbrush, your lucky penny, you lose weight, and your hair, your class ring, you lose your best friends and your heart, your money, and your way. When you misplace something things seem to nag at you. It's like that little voice in the back of your head and this weight on your heart. You've got the added guilt trip from your mom saying "fucking A katie i spent 3000 dollars on that car, where is the key" Theres always someone there letting you know "it's all your fault" You've got the best friend firing off clesiehed lines to try and help you mend your "misplaced heart". Where love was you now have the burning fury of hatred for the girl who took your place. Hating everything comes alot easier when theres no longer love in its place. Sadness interrupts your peace of mind, and you don't seem to get how he's perfectly fine without you when your dying without him. Sooner or later we learn that the people who "misplaced us", replace us, and in turn lose us. When something is truly lost it is never found. Hidden or overshadowed things can be dusted up, and bruised fruits can be polished and the handler can turn it so the tender parts aren't showing. But just becuase something isn't showing doesn't mean it isn't there. The hurt is caused when you hear the same words someone speaks to you, being spoken to someone else. I find that the most pain stems from silence. Branches off of how he never has time for you, but always has time for her, answers the phone for the person who's sitting right next to you, but just happened to ignore your call, realizing all the lies and seeing they probably were never there at all. Liars meet their makers, and this too shall pass. The pain you feel now has you seeing all that "half-emptiness" in the glass. Neglecting your feelings, and cushioning you with lies. Real endings are sudden- theres no time for goodbyes. Because its never THEIR fault, they can't help their friends, they'll take over your place, while your heart struggles to mend. You know them deep down- heard secrets others wouldn't dare want to know. You know that their fake, truly frail, and their presonna is a show. So when the freshness fades and your left all alone. Guess who it will be, not answering their phone.