It was never an option. Nothing more than an object of my imagination. Fiction. Though I was obsessed I let loose hoping you would find your way back into the light; back to me where you belong.
Back to how we never were but always was. Never you and me. Yet always together, laughing, talking, crying. How you broke and how you broke me. Never was it in my heart or mind to hurt, deceive or betray for my love was never dishonest; it was pure. Every tear was straight from the heart. Every laugh was sincere. Every kiss was you and me. Never unreal always just us, nothing more, nothing less. Guess that we will never sail the sees, dive into the deep blue, hit rock bottom and climb the biggest obstacle known to mankind: life. Live life, exceed, succeed, create, perform, jump. Jump off cliffs just because I told you so. Run just because you are not is. I lay here. Dark and alone with a beating heart. Feeling you. A heart pounding so hard I bet you can hear it. Even feel it. If you wanted.
Knowing that you never wanted makes the beats not stop, it makes the oxygen not dissappear.
Relieved feelings arise.
It was never you. It was always me.
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