The Echoes after Laughter Fades

People are in your life for a reason, season, or a lifetime

The laughs that were once shared turned into a bitterness of resentment that would always need repair

Miscommunication failures with disrespectful interactions over the pettiest responses

now this relationship is in crisis and needs Esperance

Who’s to blame? Who’s to blame?

Getting in our own way of the voice in our heads that try hard to turn harsh words into soft responses

Understanding the fact that relationships take work all the time

That’s too much- let it bleed and let it rot in the moment of nonchalance

Honestly tired of repeat offenses with misunderstood intentions

Recounting the moments like watching a film

The emotions that come with each passing thrill

Words turn to pain and actions

Unreedemable

Turning the pages of our book and closing the chapter- being defeated because this ending sounds all to similar and familiar

Tired of fighting- What’s the point?

Rather leave before the words spewed can’t be undone

Tired of fighting this battle against the flesh

The devil is working overtime for us to make a mess;

The intentions of disrespect needs discernment

Needing help from a higher power before the demon on my shoulder causes more commotion

Both to blame in this game

Not arguing anymore to cause more pain

Pointless circles but both are trying to make a point

Not listening to hear but, listening to respond

These arguments make me want to yawn

“Accountability anyone? “

An easy fix if the aim is to make it better- but the demons on my shoulder won’t allow that to happen.

Tired of tip toeing with people’s feelings- I might as well write a letter

Knowing them, they’ll misinterpret it and become an attention-getter

Dealing with temper tantrums of adults that can’t communicate respectfully or properly

So tiresome in this regard;

Just want to say eff it and move on

We are all to blame in this game

The laughter fades and resentment sets in

Relationships shouldn’t be this hard to maintain

Maybe it’s best if the laughter fades and behind is echoes

Dealing with this relationship is a burden and I feel like I’m in the ghetto

Tired of fighting for respect from a placeholder

Maybe needing to take the chips off of the shoulders

Moving forward in life while you’re left on read

The corpse that was a relationship can be left dead.

Before you go I want you to know the echoes of your footsteps lies a path of laughter and good memories

Now it’s the echoes of bad thoughts and negative feelings