over time we have changed.
we have grown together, we have grown... apart.
our time was once a bright one, a good memory that will most likely be
forgotten... remembered, reminisced and reencountered.
for all it's worth... i still dream of you.
i still wonder what it is that draws me in
draws me near to your charm-ing effort
to keep me away. what else is there to say
but
"what if?"
what if we kept this fire burning
what if we kept this thing alive
what if we were to be forever
what if we gave it all away
what if we said goodbye
would i feel the stabbing pain that is
heartache
or would i feel free to be my true
self once again.
this time is sharp and slices like a knife
one with a serrated edge that isn't like
a clean cut,
but rather a ripping out of my vital life force
the beating, pounding, bloody pulp that
keeps me alive.
