Sadness

A sadness of the past mess,
We had made some progress,
Although maybe I'm wrong in this,
Consoled by the God that I have known,
Without the guesswork of relationships messy burn,
Smiles to keep from what may hurt,
Refraining myself from being six feet dirt,
Even though I want that close that no hurt and no scorn,
The no more wanting to live for nothing that works,
Societal losses of pretenders bossing that flosses their shoulders to dust off those that really is sincere,
To help build and grow, befriend yet unbeknownst that such a person may exist,
Again I still think that I'm the idiot that keeps thinking like this because look at the choices I made,
Still I reminisce to enjoy each day without focusing on unimportant things instead of relationships that used to stay.