Hope in the Unchanging

It'll never be easy. No matter what I do, some things will never change. My skin, my memories, my mind, it's all a scratch pad. There's no eraser.

But maybe there isn't supposed to be an eraser. Maybe some things aren't supposed to change.

Maybe what you are has never changed. Perhaps you've always been this way, but we both covered you in glossy paints and decked you out in pretty pearls.

And maybe I'd like to think it that way- even if I have to blame myself for painting you as something you never were. Because maybe it's too hard to think that you were always changing and I just never saw it.