I don't know why I hang on...and yet I can't seem to fully let go...
Each time I open the door, you somehow manage to slam it back in my face, then catch it right before it closes so that a crack of light remains...hope shining through...
I have never loved and hated one person so equally intensely at the same time...it's paradoxical...
Sometimes I feel so free...and sometimes I feel like I'm back on your couch again, that awful Sunday afternoon...listening to you tell me you don't love me anymore...seeing the pain in your eyes...feeling my heart shatter into a million pieces...
How can a heart break so many times without being put back together in between?
I make it a rule to live my life without looking back, to never have regret...and yet this is the closest I've ever come to wishing I never met someone...wishing I never experienced all the wonderful, intimate, eye-opening things I've been through with you...though you've given me so much...I almost wish I could give it all back...
Because if you're not going to be the one...then I wish these wonderful experiences had been saved for someone else...because I fear that everything I do, in everyone I meet, I will always compare it to what I had with you...and it will always be flawed...
And yet there is still hope...because I have felt this way about one person before you...one person I thought I would compare all the rest to...until I met you...and so maybe the same thing will happen again...and I only can't see it now...
And yet there is still hope...because with each door that gets slammed in my face...with each crack that you leave open for hope...I close the door of my heart a little more...and open it a little less each time...and it gets easier to take this rejection...it still hurts, but there is a wall growing around my heart, a thick skin that doesn't let you hurt me anymore...at least not as much...
At first I mourned the death of your love for me...and now I mourn the death of my love for you...and the first death was quick and sudden, like being suddenly struck by a car and knocked off my feet...and the second death is like being diagnosed with terminal cancer...slowly it eats away at my heart...until one day, death will come unannounced and unnoticed in my sleep, and I will not even know what has happened...
Am I more afraid to let love live...or to let love die?
My love for you is on life support...and I know it is no use, you are gone...and though there is mild activity showing on the monitors...it is a false hope that teases me of a return to life...and I have to accept that which is long overdue...that it's time I pulled the plug...
Sometimes it seems more painful to let love die...when really it is more painful to let love live.
Each time I open the door, you somehow manage to slam it back in my face, then catch it right before it closes so that a crack of light remains...hope shining through...
I have never loved and hated one person so equally intensely at the same time...it's paradoxical...
Sometimes I feel so free...and sometimes I feel like I'm back on your couch again, that awful Sunday afternoon...listening to you tell me you don't love me anymore...seeing the pain in your eyes...feeling my heart shatter into a million pieces...
How can a heart break so many times without being put back together in between?
I make it a rule to live my life without looking back, to never have regret...and yet this is the closest I've ever come to wishing I never met someone...wishing I never experienced all the wonderful, intimate, eye-opening things I've been through with you...though you've given me so much...I almost wish I could give it all back...
Because if you're not going to be the one...then I wish these wonderful experiences had been saved for someone else...because I fear that everything I do, in everyone I meet, I will always compare it to what I had with you...and it will always be flawed...
And yet there is still hope...because I have felt this way about one person before you...one person I thought I would compare all the rest to...until I met you...and so maybe the same thing will happen again...and I only can't see it now...
And yet there is still hope...because with each door that gets slammed in my face...with each crack that you leave open for hope...I close the door of my heart a little more...and open it a little less each time...and it gets easier to take this rejection...it still hurts, but there is a wall growing around my heart, a thick skin that doesn't let you hurt me anymore...at least not as much...
At first I mourned the death of your love for me...and now I mourn the death of my love for you...and the first death was quick and sudden, like being suddenly struck by a car and knocked off my feet...and the second death is like being diagnosed with terminal cancer...slowly it eats away at my heart...until one day, death will come unannounced and unnoticed in my sleep, and I will not even know what has happened...
Am I more afraid to let love live...or to let love die?
My love for you is on life support...and I know it is no use, you are gone...and though there is mild activity showing on the monitors...it is a false hope that teases me of a return to life...and I have to accept that which is long overdue...that it's time I pulled the plug...
Sometimes it seems more painful to let love die...when really it is more painful to let love live.
