My knees were shaking the day you said, "Things won’t work out." My heart was sinking the day you told me, "Don’t bother coming back," but I’ve wanted to slip, to stumble into arms and just for once to be proven wrong. If I can pretend to be yours, if I can pretend this is the first time.
I’ve heard those words before, whatever happened to "Forever." My voice was trembling as your car pulled away, my reflection grew further and the tail lights dimmed.
I heard you say, "Let me play vulnerable while you grow cold, don't let this get old.
Let me play vulnerable while you grow cold, don't let this get old."
What else can I do, but hope to convince myself to look away.
Write this all down, as if I was to become too ashamed to say to you, "We can all take a breath, it’s all we ever needed the most when everything is falling apart before our eyes."