How did we get here? We were happy once,
before the rumors and the prying eyes, before the guilt.
Is that why you ran? Our friendship bloomed into something more
Now you have snuck away, like a thief in the night
Your silence fills the void between us, suffocating me
I know that you feel it to but always act so nonchalant,
as if you never left, never told me that I was overwhelming you
Was I really that bad? Were all those sweet words just lies?
Now I don't know what to do around you, I can't hide my pain
or anger at the gaping hole in my life that your absence has left
God **** you. You said that I was the voice in your head those times,
the one that stopped you from doing it, made you put down the blade
So what am I to you now? How can you give up me/US so easily?
Dispose of me like the others in your past--you said that I would never
be one of your mistakes, the ones you try to forget. My heart is strong,
stronger than your words that night, stronger than the walls you punch
when you're mad, stronger than that boxcutter under your bed
You say people never change--I say that you refuse to see the change
that we made in each other. Refuse to accept that it can be better, that
people are far from perfect, but they can always strive for that pure moment,
like a runner practically hurling himself across the tape at the finish line.
I'm trying to learn to let you go, accept that you can't be anything to me,
with me, anymore. Maybe it's just me, and I know that I have my faults.
But it's also you, and your inability to let yourself be loved, to busy dwelling
in the past to accept a happy present, or a promising future.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 4:10 AM UTC
How did we get here? We were happy once,
before the rumors and the prying eyes, before the guilt.
Is that why you ran? Our friendship bloomed into something more
Now you have snuck away, like a thief in the night
Your silence fills the void between us, suffocating me
I know that you feel it to but always act so nonchalant,
as if you never left, never told me that I was overwhelming you
Was I really that bad? Were all those sweet words just lies?
Now I don't know what to do around you, I can't hide my pain
or anger at the gaping hole in my life that your absence has left
God **** you. You said that I was the voice in your head those times,
the one that stopped you from doing it, made you put down the blade
So what am I to you now? How can you give up me/US so easily?
Dispose of me like the others in your past--you said that I would never
be one of your mistakes, the ones you try to forget. My heart is strong,
stronger than your words that night, stronger than the walls you punch
when you're mad, stronger than that boxcutter under your bed
You say people never change--I say that you refuse to see the change
that we made in each other. Refuse to accept that it can be better, that
people are far from perfect, but they can always strive for that pure moment,
like a runner practically hurling himself across the tape at the finish line.
I'm trying to learn to let you go, accept that you can't be anything to me,
with me, anymore. Maybe it's just me, and I know that I have my faults.
But it's also you, and your inability to let yourself be loved, to busy dwelling
in the past to accept a happy present, or a promising future.
by winning your heart I lost your friendship, and you. Soon I'll be gone- and don't know how you will remember our times, if at all.