Maybe we are both better off this way Then again perhaps not Who is to say? Soon you will forget everything about me With exception of my name and what you thought we would be But it is impossible for for me to do that too I will always care too deeply for you I've come to the conclusion you are happier now Albeit I cannot quite comprehend how Back when together I could tell I meant to you the most In my present exist only as a gnawing ghost A wall bloomed between Was completely unaware Too late I finally opened my eyes and saw it there New emotions have taken root in your heart Resulting in us being driven even further apart I wonder if you love her more than you used to love me Why it has to hurt so bad to set the things you cherish free
Now waking up is hard to do, Sleeping's impossible too, And everything's reminding me of you, What can I do? It's not right, not okay, To say the words that you say, Maybe we're better off this way... -Maroon 5
The summer heat welcomes heart rate The affection I show, you negate My heads burning up My hearts breaking apart You never know how cold the last goodbye is Until you’re buried alive Frozen in the middle of July
The flame from the stove danced in the wind, It faded and ignited like the fire within. She grabbed a glass and filled it to the brim, Took a deep breath and dived right in.
She was dicing the onions, tears filling her eyes. Not from the onions, but from the pain she held inside. She promised herself that today she wouldn’t cry, So she bottled up her pain and put on a smile.
She sprinkled in some salt, that settled into her wounds. She winced at the pain; it came spoon after spoon. Anger wasn’t her colour and struggle would be her doom. She stood in the kitchen, clutching the bane of her womb.
She chopped up the parsley; so delicate and thin. When the knife missed the parsley and sliced through her skin. They would ask her what was wrong, but where would she even begin, When her blood was the sign of how she lost the war within.
She mixed everything together and put aside her fears. She set the plates on the dinner table, next to every beer. If you listened closely you could hear the drip of her tears, While her conscience shot her with its poison covered spears
She grasped the edge of the table, trying to remain steady. Her anxiety was creeping up on her, silent but deadly. “You are NOT going to cry”, she told herself already. And Just like that she said…. dinner was ready