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Without Me
There's a knot in stomach, tears in my eyes,
Voices in my head repeat those painful empty lies.
'She's better off without you', they whisper to me...
'You hurt her and without you she could finally be happy'
I used to hear those words, only now do I listen...
In those falsehoods I see reality begin to glisten.
I've hurt her before... and I will do again...
Only a matter of time before we reach there and then.
I must face the honest truth,
'Her life will never be perfect, as long as it's infected with you'
"She's better off without me", I now can plainly see...
"I hurt her and without me she can finally be happy"
Voices in my head repeat those painful empty lies.
'She's better off without you', they whisper to me...
'You hurt her and without you she could finally be happy'
I used to hear those words, only now do I listen...
In those falsehoods I see reality begin to glisten.
I've hurt her before... and I will do again...
Only a matter of time before we reach there and then.
I must face the honest truth,
'Her life will never be perfect, as long as it's infected with you'
"She's better off without me", I now can plainly see...
"I hurt her and without me she can finally be happy"
Published 1st Oct 2015
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2nd Oct 2015 00:51am
The finality that is pondered in this write isn't certain. Sometimes the important elements that keep a relationship together can be found in maturity. If it is truly to be, even though you may now be apart, you will find your way back.
2nd Oct 2015 1:11am
You're most probably right, as I've gotten older it's become more obvious that such absolute finality is almost never guaranteed.
Most of the pieces you'll be seeing out of me are very old, putting them up two by two, this was a particularly early piece written by a much younger self. Looking back, I sometimes wonder how I could see and think the way I did.
Most of the pieces you'll be seeing out of me are very old, putting them up two by two, this was a particularly early piece written by a much younger self. Looking back, I sometimes wonder how I could see and think the way I did.
2nd Oct 2015 2:59am
As you probably know sometime the heart takes us to a place the brain may not want to go.
