There was life before you.
There was
air
in my lungs.
...There was even love.
Can you even fathom it?
I knew love before you?
I knew the warmth of
firm
hands
and
the racing of a
happy
heart.
I was no neophyte romantic-
You just reshaped me-
restructured a
fraction
of my world.
You became my weakest foundation,
and when I fell...
so did your fidelity.
My,
we fell so hard.
But while you fall into empty arms,
I fall into hopeful futures.
I'm learning to
live again.
And someday...
I'll even re-learn to love.
There is life after you.
There is
air
in my lungs.
Why, there will even be love.
Jul 19, 2010
Jul 19, 2010 at 5:10 PM UTC
There was life before you.
There was
air
in my lungs.
...There was even love.
Can you even fathom it?
I knew love before you?
I knew the warmth of
firm
hands
and
the racing of a
happy
heart.
I was no neophyte romantic-
You just reshaped me-
restructured a
fraction
of my world.
You became my weakest foundation,
and when I fell...
so did your fidelity.
My,
we fell so hard.
But while you fall into empty arms,
I fall into hopeful futures.
I'm learning to
live again.
And someday...
I'll even re-learn to love.
There is life after you.
There is
air
in my lungs.
Why, there will even be love.
February 3, 2009
Re: July 19, 2010
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