And I just want to tell you it takes everything in me not to
call you. I wish I could run to you and I hope you know that every time I don’t,
I almost do. Because in my dreams there we are again, in the middle of the
night, we are dancing around the kitchen in the refrigerator light. Because
there we are again, when I loved you so, back before you lost the one real
thing you’ve ever known. It was rare, I was there, and I remember it all too
well. And maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much, but
maybe this thing was a masterpiece till you tore it all up. But we made quite a
mess babe, it’s probably better off this way and I confess baby in my dreams
you’re touching my face, asking me if I want to try again with you, and I almost
do.
Time is taking its sweet time erasing you, because we had a
beautiful, magic, love affair. But I am done hoping we can work it out, I’m
done with how it feels, spinning my wheels, letting you drag my heart around. I’m
done thinking that you could ever change. I know my heart will never be the
same, but I’m telling myself it will be okay, even on my weakest days, I get a
little bit stronger
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