I mustered up the stregnth to say it.
To have your ear this final time
Only to hear me cry in it.
It was never that I didn't love you
In fact it's quite the opposite.
It was that I love them too
So I have to leave it.
It kills me to have to let it go.
Not having you to hold.
What we built many years ago
can only bring us heaviness and trouble.
The disgust of sharing
the hurt of caring too much
is all too real for me ...
All I craved was your touch.
I couldn't control my heart.
Putting it in a leash was too hard.
So today, I cry for what we aren't.
Mourning all over again for what's torn apart.
Taking it back is what I'd love to do.
But collecting rain in a broken pot is simply impossible.
