My heart was broken many years ago
and I get to relive it again…
A thousand times yesterday
and a thousand times today,
and most likely, a thousand times tomorrow~
Through a number of blunders
and wrong choices
I am right back there,
feeling every prick and prod
And… I begin to hate the part of myself
that allowing you to touch my heart again
would make the pain go away.
It makes me kind of crazy to realize just how close I got to letting go…
to wandering to the edge and almost jumping
convincing myself that landing wouldn’t hurt.
And now I have no idea where to step next
because I really have decided that I don’t want to fall
and it is almost as if
my heart was removed
and given back to me
and I am standing there holding it asking….