It's possible that I'm caught between
loving you or leaving you
in that space in my heart that
only you can fill up,
like a coffee cup, foam
searching for the brim like
I feel like I've always searched
for you.
Let me be honest for once--
I want to lay on your chest
when it's hot out and
have you play with my hair and
call me beautiful.
I want you to laugh at me
when I can't even touch the
floor when I sit in your jeep and
I want you to kiss my cheek
and tell me I’m yours,
especially today more than ever.
Can you make me one more promise?
Can you promise me that
you'll always keep me
dancing on clouds--
because when I'm with you,
dancing is like falling
deeply
madly
unimaginably
in love with you.
And I want to scream
and fight
and tell you I hate you over
and over
and over again,
only to have you come back
and kiss me, tell me you'd fight for me,
tell me I'm all you've ever wanted in your life.
Tell me that you don't want to let go,
no matter how thin the rope
you're holding on to gets,
no matter if it breaks
and I'm giving up, because
you wont LET me give up.
You won't let me let you go.
I want you to tell me how much I mean to you
when I'm fully prepared to run
in the other direction,
when I'm crying and telling you
it's over
even though you and I both know
It'll never be over because
the first cut is the deepest
and you've cut me thousands and thousands
of times.
Just hold my hand
one more time.
Just look at me while i'm screaming at you,
yelling at you to
let me go
but you wont
But you know what?
Maybe it's not about the happy ending.
Maybe it's about the story.