Bricks::

In each moment that we spend trying to keep eachother close
We actually never accomplish the task
I will never ask again or give in to the supposed true essence of love.
What is it? And who is it for.
Certainly not me.
Free but am i.
Not alone. Not lonely.
But in shock
Disbelief
Packing all of the pictures that say more words than you ever will
Reminding me of how I used to feel and now
So very torn and empty… almost sickly yet empowered because I now know the truth.
And I feel the truth is up to my interpretation because everyone’s truth is not the same
Everyones pain is not a game
And yet I continue to loose at something I thought I was done playing with
Pushing them away without even knowing it…
What can we say
What can we feel
Ejected from role play
Stuck on repeat..
A break that never had a chance to be a pause….
Why was I in love.
How can I get out.
Why did i hold you so tight thinking there would never be an escape.
i guess i was too late i fell before i knew it
too young to stop myself from what i thought was the success of it
too confident that we would work
dumb for thinking i would go unhurt.