It seems easier to remember,
the things we want most to forget
harder to forget,
the things we want least to remember.
Memories replay on a blank canvas,
the past blurred by regret
the future tainted by doubt.
My head tells me to move on
as my heart keeps vigil –
awaiting your return.
We swore to never eulogize
the bridge we burnt to ashes.
In the thin line between love and hate
our pride builds a wall to rival that in China,
as our flaws become more visible
in (the) space
that now grows between us.
We live in a generation of not being in love,
and not being together
but we sure make it feel like we’re together
Because we’re scared to see each other with somebody else.
We chose silence
as the wedge to push our worlds apart
putting more effort to make the breakup work
than we did to resolve our issues.
I guess in the end
If you love someone, let them go
they might not come back,
but you’ll have space for someone who loves you back.