We fucked each other up pretty well. Nobody has burrowed so deep into my heart. I’ve tried to forget you. I’ve tried covering you up but as soon as I’ve let you go, you creep back into that little nook in the center of my heart and torture my sleep until i wake up aching for you. I’m not really big on fate, and I don’t know why my mind always comes back to you, but i have this feeling that you understand exactly what I’m talking about. I could see it behind your eyes. It’s in the subtle shake in my voice. Both of us waiting for something, but neither of us knowing exactly what. Both of us hiding behind the stern faces we’ve taught each other to give the world.
In truth, I miss you, but I’m starting to realize that the way i feel will never change, and that’s ok, with or without you, because love isn’t about possession. I just want your heart to be free of walls again, whoever it may be safest with. But I’m trading brick for straw in this house I’ve built around my heart, so if you come, it won’t be so tough.