For an instance I shed a tear. Thinking back on the times we shared. Two voices in the deathly dark of an almost empty room. Lying in the space on your chest, between your perfectly placed arms. The only place I belonged. Speaking of love and life and how to change the world.
Your bare skin against mine, the thundering beat of your heart. The sweet, echoing falsettos. Our love making melodies kept us together.
They tore us apart.
The nights were full of mystery, magic, pleasure, and wonder.
The days were full of shouting matches. Always trying to come in first, but both always finishing last. Your apologies became so familiar that they were like the voices in my head...
Nagging me. Begging me. Pleading with me. Tempting me. Suffocating me. Pushing me more and more and more.
Until we broke.
Like shards of glass on the floor after a violent battle, we were left there... unknowingly waiting for someone to clean up our mess. It couldn't possibly be me. It could never be you. So we just laid there, as broken as ever before. We laid there. Broken pieces on the floor.
We waited, wanted, pretended that everything was alright. But we both knew. We knew that this sadistic love war was through. There was no life in 'us'. There was no me in you.
Yet we still kept fighting. Fighting for love, creating vengeance. It was all backwards. Every step forward was another foot in the wrong direction.
& now we are here. Saying goodbye for one last time. You'd think we'd learned our lesson. But we didn't & now there's me & now there's you.
A tear to my cheek is another wasted one in my river of dreams... goodbye my mr wrong. This is what was right all along.
Your bare skin against mine, the thundering beat of your heart. The sweet, echoing falsettos. Our love making melodies kept us together.
They tore us apart.
The nights were full of mystery, magic, pleasure, and wonder.
The days were full of shouting matches. Always trying to come in first, but both always finishing last. Your apologies became so familiar that they were like the voices in my head...
Nagging me. Begging me. Pleading with me. Tempting me. Suffocating me. Pushing me more and more and more.
Until we broke.
Like shards of glass on the floor after a violent battle, we were left there... unknowingly waiting for someone to clean up our mess. It couldn't possibly be me. It could never be you. So we just laid there, as broken as ever before. We laid there. Broken pieces on the floor.
We waited, wanted, pretended that everything was alright. But we both knew. We knew that this sadistic love war was through. There was no life in 'us'. There was no me in you.
Yet we still kept fighting. Fighting for love, creating vengeance. It was all backwards. Every step forward was another foot in the wrong direction.
& now we are here. Saying goodbye for one last time. You'd think we'd learned our lesson. But we didn't & now there's me & now there's you.
A tear to my cheek is another wasted one in my river of dreams... goodbye my mr wrong. This is what was right all along.
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