it's about hearing the inbetween little things
and feeling things out
I’m on a path to figure out where to go from here
The talk inside my head says one thing
The emotion in my heart says things that makes even the heaviest of feathers fly
This heaviness is the kind that’s good
But I’m struggling to stand inside of it
I feel as if I’ve spent eternity beside you
And your absence is a killer.
Someone said you were traveling-
That’s where you always go when things get hard
I don’t know where you go to hide
And I don’t know if the anger you say you feel is on the up-mend
Or if you are still too wounded to feel any sort of fire
I’ve never known for certain how these sorts of things go from potential to smoke and ashes
All I know is that somewhere in the writing
I made a commitment to love you
I don’t think you could comprehend this sort of truth but despite not telling you
I’ve known for some time on some level
That I would possess your heart
And you would possess mine
We spoke of realist ideology
And how that can hamper the romantic gesture in a lover’s eye
But holding the truth until it is no more
Is a better contract than overthought fairy-tales
Of course in the midst of this I realize the more I try to read you
The more you slip away
I wake up hearing you call my name
And It makes me want to keep waking up again and again
Perhaps this is the dance we must dance
I will keep the rhythm until my song of you runs through and through
And only then will I move from this stance
My hope and fear is that you will recognize me in all this
And fall away…
