It's 4:42 and I can't help it,
I don't know what to do when I am so
foolishly, wonderfully, selfishly wrapped up in
you.
I called it off and I am having trouble justifying why,
I want to cancel out my reasons to make this equation
an easy solve.
Truth is, I am so in love it hurts and he
he still has my whole heart,
this irony is still my epiphany, yet it makes it
impossible to breathe.
Why erase the only thing that kept me breathing in the first place?
I battle with the why's, I can feel his sorrow,
I hear it in my ears like a bad song on a loop,
I feel his pain as mine refuses to wane.
Still, I have to be brave if this is for the best,
I cannot bear the moments in between my unrest
when I let myself think of the absence of him.
I know he waits. I know I do.
But treating the symptoms never cured the disease,
there are things we have to do that neither
one nor the other can appease.
it must be mutually exclusive.
There's a dark poetry in this pain
because amidst the blackness, this total abyss,
we both have much to gain.
