Maybe It's Time

Dear

Look at your tears, dear. Watch as the water shines as it flows down to meet the cliff's edge of your chin.

This is why we do not trust.

This broken dream mirrors every other shattered plan that you have watched go astray. Somehow, though, somehow you keep putting your faith into your next wish. You decide that maybe, just maybe this time it won't turn out like the last.

Look at your tears, dear. Watch yourself turn into the fool once again.

You learn to believe that the fire will not burn you no matter how many times flesh falls off of your scorched fingertips. When will you learn? When will you see that dreams die almost as quickly as they are created?

Look at your tears, dear.

Look at yourself. You are a mess.

Pick yourself back up.

Stop making the same mistakes.