It hurts to know that he is used to being alone.
It hurts to know that he regrets never telling him he loved him
It hurts to know that he never told him loved him, but if he was someone else you know he’d hug them & tell them he missed them & he loved them
It hurts to know he chose someone else over him, and that someone chose someone else over him.
It hurts to know he loves him; the man as cold as the arctic.
What’s the rush? What’s the rush? What’s the rush?
Could you stay a little longer? Could you stay one more day? Another night? Why do you have to go?
When he went under why did he have to take his heart with him?
And if he went under would he be able to come back to find that he has stayed?
It hurts to know that he would save them.
That he would lie down on the wire and get cut and be close to death and still put their needs above his own because he can’t lose them again
Because he probably keeps thinking, “not this time, this time I can save them” but all he does is mess up.
But he keeps getting up and trying to make it right, which is more than anyone else does.
At least he tries.
He could lie, lie to him and he can lie to them and he can lie to the world, but he can’t lie to the truth.
He can’t lose them
He has to fight for them. He has to protect him.
He’ll bleed until there is no more blood
He’ll breathe until there is no more air
He’ll fight the lions, tigers, and bears threatening their world.
He has to because he can’t lose her
He doesn’t want to hurt anymore