naïveté.

this life is a whisper, a glimmer of the next.
this day is only telling of all the rest.

i hate the sound of silence as it clangs against my soul.
i miss in the remembering of when my heart was whole.

i can sit in a way that makes me cry,
remembering you there right by my side.

"THIS ISN'T FAIR," i scream to God,
"i am still here and he is not."

this wasn't my choice, this wasn't my will.
i said i loved you and i love you still.

you said i had changed and wasn't the same,
and all that remained was just the name.

"I'M STILL HERE," i say to the night,
"and after you left, i did change, all right?"

i was happy, i was beautiful, i was in love;
now all i that i wish is that i was out of.

is this what it means to be brokenhearted?
i wish i had known this before it had started.

i'm tired of love and all it entails.
your love means nothing now that it fails.

i wish i could forget this,
but this love persists.

i hate it. i wish it would leave.
leave like you did; i was naive.

everything aches from my soul to my shoe
since i still love you though your love is through.




i wish i could hate you.
i wish i could cry.
i would do anything for you to not say goodbye.

but it's too late for that.
damn you, love.
love the person not love the entity.
love as in you the person
as in you the person i love
as in you the person i can't escape from and don't really want to but need to but want to but can't get away from but wish that i could not because i want to but because i need to because i can't look at you because i can't talk to you because i love you because you don't love me because i didn't pick this i didn't want this i was happy you weren't happy i wasn't enough.

love just wasn't enough.