In journalism, I learned stories must always answer
who did what, where, when, how, and why.
But I always get stuck on the why.
Why did you leave?
In journalism, I learned stories must always answer
who did what, where, when, how, and why.
But I always get stuck on the why.
Why did you leave?
I used to think love is a shout
across two canyons
But now I know it’s a whisper
between two lovers
who don’t care if anyone else hears
I loved him the way you love someone
because you loved them yesterday
The truth of us
is like a monster
hiding under the bed
You turned to me and said:
I guess the better man won
I laughed like I do, but what I meant to say was this:
There is no better man
There is just the man who asked me out,
And the one who didn’t .
All I have is in this room
There is nothing
There is nothing
I am in an empty tomb
My hands are trembling
so you grab them up in your hands
to steady them
but instead I make your hands tremble too
And this. This is the problem with love.
Relationships are like putting together a puzzle. You are building something you hope will come together and be amazing. You are so intent on fitting the pieces together but you have no idea what the bigger picture is supposed to look like. You don’t know what you are going to get after all your hard work. You are stuck on the smaller details. Sometimes you get it wrong and you have to turn and twist the pieces to get it right. Sometimes smashing them together even when the fit isn’t quite right. Sometimes you are missing pieces entirely and you do not realize it until everything else is in place and you are too far along.
Or
Maybe relationships are like an, old decrepit house. They begin with a small roof leak, then the toilet breaks down, and then the kitchen stove goes. You focus on these annoying, but fixable problems only to find out when you are done, that the whole house has crumbled to the ground. There was no foundation. You never had a home.
I didn’t know about the missing pieces. I didn’t know. I didn’t know. I didn’t know.
I feel like you and me
are stuck constantly answering to the worst versions of ourselves
as if that is all we are and will ever be.
You sit there talking about
how you want something else
and I nod and agree
as if I don’t know what you really mean
It’s times like these, I remember, I am severed
right down the middle of my heart
And sometimes I bleed, until I don’t recognize me
And it’s scary to think
You don’t really care
How can I be here
When I am still way back there
Lost in a dying crowd
Get me out! Get me out!
And I’m beggin, beggin you please
Don’t leave me in your past
Choke down your words that won’t let me last
I’m beggin, beggin you please
Don’t leave me here alone
I have a lot goin’, but without you I’m broken
Just kill me now, before it gets harder somehow
I’m barely breathing when I get to thinking
and I need a way out.
I know it’s my choice to remain by this grave
it’s become a haven, for the changing, that is comin’
so here I stay. I’m dying anyway.
But I see a future and it’s lighting up for someone else
and it’s hard to tell
if I belong
I’m beggin, beggin you please
Don’t leave me in the past
Choke down your words that won’t let me last
I’m beggin, beggin you please
Don’t leave me here alone
I’ve got a lot goin’, but without you I’m broken
And it’s hard to describe the trouble I have staying alive
I am stuck in my fear
It straggles and holds
Before I can stop it from closing my throat
You have my heart in pieces
Go ahead and keep it
I don’t need it anymore
Where I am going, I’m sure
I’m beggin, beggin you please
Don’t leave me in the past
choke down your words that won’t let me last
I’m beggin, beggin you please
Don’t leave me here alone
I have a lot goin’, but without you I’m broken