So here we are again.
Looking at each other with our thoughts racing.
Our hands trembling in tune with our lips
Which burn to say what cannot be said,
What needs to be said,
What isn't worth saying.
Every unspoken word singes my fragile heart,
Bit by bit melting the glue that's been crudely holding it together.
It's not my own anymore.
It's broken, brittle, useless.
Take it and grow old with it.
please
Make a life with it,
Give it purpose
Make it whole
Bring it back from the dead.
I know, though, that you can't.
I know you wish you could mend it
Supplement what's been lost with your own.
But you can't.
I can't.
We can't. Ever.
So I guess it'll be this way.
We'll part ways
Grow old separate of each other
Give our hearts to people who can't give them what they need.
And then we'll die, for real this time.
So that's how this will end.