Stages of Grief

 So, why do I post this shit?
I don't know,
Maybe someone else
Is going through it,
Or has gone through it,
Or may be on the verge
Of going through it...
Whatever "it" happens to be...
Maybe they will understand...
Relate...
Not feel so very alone...
Tip a scale...
Start the Rube Goldberg machine...
Maybe it will help them understand
The things endings do
To hearts and minds...
There's a lot of ugly...
Denial...
Anger...
Bargaining...
Depression...
Acceptance...
[Not necessarily in that order...]
(And even the acceptance
Can be ugly -
What are we accepting?
The death of something precious.)
Till death do you part
In this century
Seems to refer to
Metaphorical death...
To that point in the marriage
Where the magic dies...
When illusions are stripped away
Only to be replaced
By each respective party's 
Misapprehensions of the other...
Their false beliefs 
About their partner...
Perception is everything...
And no two people
Perceive the same thing
In the same way...
Existence is "slippy" that way...
No two people's truths
Are the same,
An especially frustrating reality
When those two people
Are in a relationship,
When they've both
Forgotten how to communicate
Their fears, their needs, their dreams...
Did they ever know how?
Tragic shit...
All Romeo and Juliette...
[Don't Fear the Reaper
Cover tune could be 
An appropriate soundtrack here...]
"Valentine is done...
Here, but now they're gone...
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity, Romeo and Juliet...
40, 000 men and women everyday, Like Romeo and Juliet...
40, 000 men and women everyday, Redefine happiness...
Another 40, 000 coming everyday, We can be like they are..."
Has a song ever saved your life?
Or kept you afloat?
I miss that feeling...
Gonna have to reload my phone with music...
Get rid of some
Emotionally obsolete bands...
Triggers...
A handful of memories...
A change of pace...
Working towards
Something that moves me...
Inspires me...
Comforts me...
And soothes me...
Hopefully,
I can help you
On your journey,
Dear reader...
These are emotions,
Not facts...
Everything I write...
I realize 
That my side
Is not all sides...
And I'm not always right...
[Sometimes,
However,
I'm accidentally right,
And people end up
Thinking I'm the 
Devil, himself...
I don't need secret cameras
to know where you've been...
Don't need spies or flying monkeys...
Just need to get to know you -
Human nature does the rest,
Derivative and over-played...
Truth is stranger than fiction...
Weird shit...]