HEARTBREAKER

The destruction I seen people halfway survive- when I was young and strong enough to get up and move away from caused me to look at them as weak. The way children look at fat parents and spouses look at their bed-guests who used to chase and be their dreams.

As age and weight hold down bad decisions, and you represent everything you swore to never become. Making friends with and becoming the worst- because you can depend on going down together. That becomes a different kind of happiness. A different type of heartbreak. Allowing and encouraging betrayal.

Then, people move on. They change, die, or both, and leave you hanging. Until you think about hanging and live surrounded by misery. This is when people think they can’t solve their own problems.

But you are always the answer. People don’t always believe that and that’s the real heartbreak.