You found me wounded,
but stitched up, whole,
baggage like everyone,
shoved down deep
where it never touched me with you.
You left me with wounds ripped open,
brought back to life, made new like the
first time each wound ever bled.
I was never more raw.
I was never more unguarded before,
fully comfortable in my own skin,
believing that I could take on the world
with wide eyes and a heart that never
knew how not to trust.
I was stupid.
Or maybe we can call it naive.
I never loved like that before you,
never had someone love me so deeply
until you did…
and honestly, I am changed forever.
I cannot ever go back.
Do you understand?
I cannot ever be the same.
The way your shoulder made such a
sharp turn, froze over so cold,
it cut me… still cuts me…
it will always cut me deep
like falling from edges
where music separates
and every song I thought I knew
but familiar with the way my heart
refuses to let me forget.
I have to cover my ears
to save my life…
because my heart breaks itself
in pieces with each word
like a knife that wanted to be
Even so, I continue to play it,
wrap myself in a blanket,
keep my heart warm
despite your cold,
because I never loved like that
and I never will again;
I keep the chords
like a lifeline…..
if I let go, my heart stops
and I want to live,
so I keep the radio on.
I search for stars I can wish on
and sunsets I can believe in
again and one day…
maybe the music will not hurt.