Inconsistency

Inconsistency  perhaps is far dangerous than betrayal.

Through a crisis, you learn to define inconsistency beside betrayal.

You watch feet that walked beside your happy ones suddenly dwindle and hurry away.

You watch the struggle of minds as some try passing you like trains.

You watch the guilt in the eyes of betrayal.

You watch the eyes that refrain to meet yours anymore.

You learn to accustom to it all.

Perhaps what you struggle to let sink in is when you realize the struggle of someone you trusted to avoid you.

That knowledge within that the keeping away is just a tactic born out of a loss of credibility.

And you just begin to sense what was offered had not been understanding but consolation.

What hurts within, what kills something within you is the inconsistent way it was easy for someone to change an opinion.

And in the miscalculation of making you independent and strong, hardly does one realize you have withdrawn within into  a locked self that will never open up again.

And as you just pull a gossamer veil across stifled emotions, you prefer death at the hands of evil than the many deaths within at the hands of inconsistency and betrayal of trust.

You cant hate the ones who shared a smile with you once, but you just know something within you just died in a way it wouldn’t have had there been no lapse.