All Over Again...

When I needed you the most, I searched for you. But I did not find you.

When my heart was breaking into a thousand million pieces, I wanted you to be the one to fix all those bits back together. But you just weren’t there.

I don’t know in what moment of insanity I thought I could count on you, to be the one who would hold my heart in your hands and keep it safe.

I can’t remember who the devils were who possessed me when I promised you my life, my love, my all.

Because you were, then, as you are, now; self absorbed, self involved.


They say love is tender, love is kind, it is never haughty or selfish or rude.

So I asked the question, is this really what it means to be loved?

Why say things when you’re just going to regret them, the second they’re out of your mouth? So I held my peace.

I just wish you had.

And so this is goodbye. Again...


There are a million things I want to say, but can’t.

A million places I want to run away to so I can escape the sound of your voice and the touch of your hand, but I can’t.

The cords that bound me to you then, even today, draw me back. Sometimes, even like a noose. The cords of love.

And so, even though my intelligence and every fibre of sensibility in my being coax me to say goodbye, I don’t.

I say nothing at all. I just stand here, and wait. Again...