Maybe it was my heart, or maybe it was my mind. Sometimes, it was hard to tell the difference.

i want that
that longing
and the hurt

the kind of rain that burns
feelings like it:
when they fall,
they break apart and splash everywhere

i want to fall apart
but be alright
because its what im supposed to do
in your arms

instead im holding myself up
holding myself back
from being open and honest
i thought we were beyond this

but you changed
once you stopped speaking
there was nothing to gain

but it was my body blamed
ive been wracking my brain for reasons
reasons why there couldnt be us

am i just too much?
the same reason which interested you
or rather, lacking?
especially in mystery

i want you to be with me
i dont want to play games
i want to be free