If someone would had told me you would have...
hurt me so,
used me so,
stepped on me so,
spit on me so,
ranover me so.....
I would have fought for you. Id take them all down, they were all wrong! Your name was up safe on the shelf right beside my heart. I kept you up high and took you out on special occasions admiring your pristine condition and perfectly untouched exterior.
How many times have you let me down?
How many times did I wait in hopes of a different outcome?
I would nod my head and silently agree that yes you were wrong, but our connection was far too special to let go. You dont find that love everyday and you were just a fickle creature that loved me the only way you knew how.
I took you threw the fire and ran water over you to cool the burns you left. Id fix you up everytime, I became triage to your name.
I lived a silent love for you. I never let you go, no matter how many times you let me down. I held on.
Untill i let go.
It doesnt matter the reason or the why. This time was no different than the million that happend before it. It hurt no more or no less. I just didnt want to hold on anymore. Funny how I was the only one holding in the first place. Dropping you doesnt feel like dead weight lifted off my shoulder or a lighter heart. It just feels easier to breath.
"Breathing underwater.
And they tell me to breath easy for awhile"
Ironically these lyrics started our relationship and they followed me for almost two years to fall upon my lips now. But they now end our relationship and hold all new meaning.
So there have been tangles along the way, distrusting hearts and hands too hold to big. Im a runner now. (My only bad habit that I take from you.) But I take many good things too.
I learned how to love myself bymyself
I learned that finding a happy person really is a blessing
I learned that its not wrong to demand more from someone
I learned that I deserve the best
And will take nothing-less.
I have found words in a new heart that make me smile and takes me to places that are blue not black. Eyes of green that see a whole new world. A place with the softest lips and the gentle breath of "care" upon my cheeks. There are castles of brilliant paragraphs built with sentences exchanged in just. And if these walls crumble before they are built, I know that I will be ok. Putting stock in-someone is not risky if you weeded before hand.
Falling blindly in love is treacherous, and dangerous.
Getting hurt is part of the fall, but getting runover is not.
Diggin in the drit to find the places I got hurt. Please stay with me I need support.