lost in a room made for two
The second you say hello, I'm lost.
Words stumble over empty pieces of breath that no longer wish to escape. I can't look at you the same anymore; you look so different to me now. Like a familiar stranger that I must have known in another life, but surely not in this one. Similarities and familiarities graze along the lining of my heart, lingering only long enough to make me think that maybe, just maybe, I can still feel you. That I still have the right to feel you. I am not that naive anymore, or at least that is what I like to think. Chains of smoke pull me towards you, but I can't make myself grab ahold. Somewhere along the way, I turned my head as one of the links broke. Seperation claimed me, the same as it claimed you.
And all of a sudden you're not mine anymore.
it's all been close enough to touch, and yet so damn far away that it is beginning to seem strange to me.
have you ever had a conversation with someone close, and you knew that after that conversation things would never be the same between you and that person? you talk, and carry on, but there is this awkward dance that is taking place. no words acknowledge that dance, but yet you know. something has been broken. the comfort level is knocked down. everything has changed, despite attempts to make that not so. in that moment of realization, you have two choices. you can either stay locked into place, and deny the fact that "it" is gone, or you can admit what has been lost , and remember all of the times that it felt good. it hurts, but i do remember.
Words stumble over empty pieces of breath that no longer wish to escape. I can't look at you the same anymore; you look so different to me now. Like a familiar stranger that I must have known in another life, but surely not in this one. Similarities and familiarities graze along the lining of my heart, lingering only long enough to make me think that maybe, just maybe, I can still feel you. That I still have the right to feel you. I am not that naive anymore, or at least that is what I like to think. Chains of smoke pull me towards you, but I can't make myself grab ahold. Somewhere along the way, I turned my head as one of the links broke. Seperation claimed me, the same as it claimed you.
And all of a sudden you're not mine anymore.
it's all been close enough to touch, and yet so damn far away that it is beginning to seem strange to me.
have you ever had a conversation with someone close, and you knew that after that conversation things would never be the same between you and that person? you talk, and carry on, but there is this awkward dance that is taking place. no words acknowledge that dance, but yet you know. something has been broken. the comfort level is knocked down. everything has changed, despite attempts to make that not so. in that moment of realization, you have two choices. you can either stay locked into place, and deny the fact that "it" is gone, or you can admit what has been lost , and remember all of the times that it felt good. it hurts, but i do remember.