Why does it hurt so bad is it you or am I the source of my own pain? We go through life wanting to be better and sometimes we realized that for the step we thought we took ahead, we really just took two steps back.
what do I want? what did I want and am I really ready for what I need so badly. Like the air I breathe I need to know that I can count on you. I need to know that you are always there even when I push you away. But am I? am I here when you push me away. When I am impulsive and act recklessly do I want you to look pass than and see the scared child buried beneath the courage and the self-protective mechanisms? Yes but do I do that for you Judge not least he chose to be judged but the bar is so high and I judge you against your imperfections, against your mistakes against the times when you are not able to defeat your self, your fears, your past your default. I am not able to.
I expect a certain freedom with you, one that is not going to battle with my past yet that is not possible because you battle your own past and see some of those scars in me as I see some of my scars in you. How many times does this happen? How many time should it happen? why not just give up walk away and stay away. That is so hard once you have been exposed to the possibility of what could be. A coward dies a thousand deaths and a soldier dies but once, yet I keep killing you and you keep killing me. We are cowards wanting to be soldiers with no plan on how to accomplish this just a desire of wanting the end results. the freedom from dying repeatedly, the courage to die just once.
Where do we go from here, is it better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?. Could not having loved at all ever be more painful than loving and lost? unanswered questions, my brain can not even begin to process it has been robbed from naivety. Now it knows what love looks, feels, taste and smell like when it is lost.
I have no where to run to no where to hide, you are all over me , you are inside me, you are around me you are with me although you are away from me. I am crushed by me, my you by love by believing that it was possible, by realizing that its not.