I thought I was stuck
somewhere between yes and no;
stop and go;
do and don't.
I stayed in the middle
surveying where I was.
I can see both ends of the spectrum shining towards me,
making the middle shine brighter than the two together.
Between two ends seemed like a better choice
than either the start or the finish.
At least the view is nice.
I thought I was stuck here
forever undecided because
choosing one thing means leaving the other
until I realized...
maybe I'm not stuck
maybe I just don't want to move
maybe I like where I am
and maybe this is even better than yes or no;
stop and go;
do and don't;
*At least the view is nice.

He Promised me we'd be together,
He Promised me Forever,
But now that he let go,
He can't seem to leave me alone,

He let me go,
to chase after another,
But for some reason,
He couldn't leave me alone.

For that I wish I could tell him to stop,
Tell him to listen,
Listen to my pain,
To see my tears glisten.

The misery and chaos he created,
He doesn't even know about,
He left for another woman,

"Am I not good enough?
Am I not right?
What about me did you dislike?"

He looked at me like I had grown a second head,
then left me, like an animal for dead.
I now watch as he weaves and spins,
threading new lies at his every whim.

Sometimes I long for an embrace,
A whisper in my ear,
But as I watch him flirt and play,
I am glad that it is not He that I hold dear,

For inside I am Broken,
But as my window pane of glass cracks, and grows fragile,
I think to myself,
"I may be Broken,
But it is He who is shattered."