The break up.
You spend your whole life meticulously refining your idea of the perfect person for you and once you find them you give yourself completely and whole-heartedly. You sacrifice your wants for their joy. You chisel away at the wood you two found and carve it into the embodiment of your beliefs in one another. You step back, and chisel away any imperfections, any flaws, and accept that your work may not be perfect now but you will love it anyways.
But then there comes a time when the weather takes its toll on the little masterpiece you two created causing it to mold and decay. For two years you try to speak up, but your voice never seemed loud enough. You gave your warnings, but were never honest enough. You slowly gave up on yourself, while giving up on him too. You began to be consumed by your wants, your loneliness, your pain, with the little wood chips still visible across your bed. You procrastinate with confronting these emotions because it's so much easier to just forget. So much easier to consume yourself rather than the person you love.
Then the day comes where you risk your fidelity. It is then that he realizes how important you are. It is then that he finally listens. But you're numb. You have nothing left inside you. Your heart has been broken for so long but it takes this moment to finally realize and to test your strength against all the weight you've been carrying the past two years. But all you want to do is sacrifice yourself just one last time to see them smile. See him smiles. Sacrifice your feelings all over again just to make yourself feel partially whole. But know you wouldn't be being fair to either of you.
Yet so much time will pass. The will rain turn to snow and the will trees turn bare. And your heart will be consumed by the winter, just as it did 4 years ago. There is nothing here but a stale reminder of what once was so beautiful and cherished. The little wood carving now buried miles beneath the white surface, but you remember its spot. Forever you'll remember all the hours you worked to create it and all the times he didn't. You'll remember every dimple, every caress, every moment, and all the happy years. Never to forget them. Never.
I will always love you Taylor Edward Popkins. Always. There is still hope, and I know we'll find it. We just need time to heal. I'll meet you at the crossroads.
"Butterfly" - Mariah
But then there comes a time when the weather takes its toll on the little masterpiece you two created causing it to mold and decay. For two years you try to speak up, but your voice never seemed loud enough. You gave your warnings, but were never honest enough. You slowly gave up on yourself, while giving up on him too. You began to be consumed by your wants, your loneliness, your pain, with the little wood chips still visible across your bed. You procrastinate with confronting these emotions because it's so much easier to just forget. So much easier to consume yourself rather than the person you love.
Then the day comes where you risk your fidelity. It is then that he realizes how important you are. It is then that he finally listens. But you're numb. You have nothing left inside you. Your heart has been broken for so long but it takes this moment to finally realize and to test your strength against all the weight you've been carrying the past two years. But all you want to do is sacrifice yourself just one last time to see them smile. See him smiles. Sacrifice your feelings all over again just to make yourself feel partially whole. But know you wouldn't be being fair to either of you.
Yet so much time will pass. The will rain turn to snow and the will trees turn bare. And your heart will be consumed by the winter, just as it did 4 years ago. There is nothing here but a stale reminder of what once was so beautiful and cherished. The little wood carving now buried miles beneath the white surface, but you remember its spot. Forever you'll remember all the hours you worked to create it and all the times he didn't. You'll remember every dimple, every caress, every moment, and all the happy years. Never to forget them. Never.
I will always love you Taylor Edward Popkins. Always. There is still hope, and I know we'll find it. We just need time to heal. I'll meet you at the crossroads.
"Butterfly" - Mariah