i feel like i've been here before..
taken in by your eyes,
over powered by old lies..

i feel like i've walked across these grounds,
but i was broken before,
you read my mind,
so i left you there....

i feel like i've heard you speak my name,
but this was not the same,
you're different....
before you spoke my name out of anger,
and i sat quietly,
hushed in the corner.

i feel like i've cried my last tear,
not out of sorrow..
but out of loss....

i realized that i was never jealous....
i was affraid to lose you,
to something you began to miss....