it's more than words
somewhere along the way it's hard not to look back, and wonder about what it used to be like. the singing. the talking. the connection of souls, the affinity of kindred spirits, the telepathy clicking in the deepest of our hearts. i found those music scores and memories once again started pouring in, the clumsy yet sincere blend of voices still sends me wanting for more, driving an insane urge to sing every note inside out, till we perfect the music that we can call our own, but no longer.
and then embracing the change i came to love you alone, and there was still so much spiritual connection, you touched me so much where i don't even know myself, but i gave you up, and i gave everything all up.
now i don't even know what i'm doing, it doesn't seem like it's worth it, maybe this is a wrong way down a one-way street. most times i'm fine but sometimes it's so detached it makes me scared. and i don't ever remember it being so stressful to love. i know it's different for everyone, and you're just a little too different from me. we're too different. i'm still trying. but i don't want to lose myself, because then it wouldn't be love.