People are not what they say.
Actions above words, thinning the herds,
Separation of predator above prey.
It's more realistic, to be materialistic,
Than to actually believe in true love.
It's more acceptable, to be a receptacle,
Of the bullshit raining from above.
If you believe in romance, you don't stand a chance,
Messed your head up man, get it together.
Swallow your pride, and don't let the pain hide,
You knew it wouldn't last for forever.
With a fully forced smile, I face my denial,
Accept the cards my life has been dealt.
Try coming to grips, with my heart as it rips,
As I let go of the greatest thing I've felt.
I'll always remember, the slow burning ember,
That sparked a fire into our life.
And I'll never forget, or even regret,
The spot in my back that still has the knife.
You hurt me so bad, something way beyond sad,
A wound only time will heal.
It's terrible to ask, and give my heart the task,
Of finding out if it was real.
I can live without, but can't stand all this doubt,
This misdirection is driving me insane.
Try as I may, much to my dismay,
The answers I'll never attain.
I'll ask myself why, until the day that I die,
But I still thank you for all of the good.
I'll say goodbye, and try not to cry,
And try to move on like I should.
John Rock is a single, full-time dad of two dealing with the everyday struggles of life. He hopes he can make a few people feel something on the way.