i take it out
look at it
it's *****, stained, tainted
so i do what anyone else would do
i take soap
and i try to wash the dirt and stains away
i scrub
and rinse the soap all off
but it's all still there
just as fresh as it was at the beginning
even the cracks are still there
obviously i did something wrong
it's my fault, i did this
so i try again
and i scrub and scrub and scrub
and scrub and scrub and scrub
and scrub
try to clean it, it needs to be cleaned
like washing my hands
over and over and over
and over and over and over
and over
to no avail
i fail and fail and fail
so i stop trying
i made it this way, there's nothing i can do
a day goes by, it's the same
a week does by, it's the same
a month, two months, three months...
four
and there's a tiny shrink of a stain
and a tiny mend in one crack
but when i take it out and look at the stains
it looks like it did that first day
and the mending resets itself again

baby it’s winter
but you always make my heart
feels like it’s summer

"If I ever knock on your door, would you open it for me?
After all I've done, would we ever be back here?

Where we started? A place we should never have left?

Would you welcome me into your life?
Could I be so blessed?

You do understand don't you? The reason I have to go?
There is another in my life... Someone special I'm responsible for.

But I do love you. Remember that as I walk away...  Specially if i don't turn back, as you beg me to stay."

i am
                                                                               okay
in
     fleeting
                   moments

but they always seem to escape me

Let's pretend we are not in love

And go on walking

So I can fall for you

All over again

Love scares me.
I like the type of things that are concrete,
like the ocean.
Something you could point to
and know what it was.

But you can’t touch love.
You can’t hold onto it
and make sure it never changes.