The feeling remains, as another day passes. It's like my spirit has been shackled, broken, by the hardest mistake of letting my whole life slip from under me.
Everything has changed. I hold onto the thoughts of "What Ifs" like they were true bliss, or like they have the meaning of life somewhere in-between. They don't.
They are the questions of regret, sorrow, they mean that I didn't do what I had planned. I failed you, myself, and worst of all, our daughter.
As much as I wish for a better day, these days are only growing colder. The leaves have fallen, the blizzard has arrived; freezing over this broken love of ours.
The hours feel like lifetimes, each spent without you, & it's like time itself wants me to suffer. A Miracle - That's what it'd take to save us now.
Looking at the stars, somehow I find a smile, remembering just how hopeful we once were. If only you would allow me to make this right.
Reunite our love and trust, like we knew we'd never hurt one another again. Then maybe all of this madness would end.
Somehow in this mass confusion, I found myself again. Maybe it was the pain, or the fear, or maybe reality finally hit me and I realized just how awful I've been.
I just want to fix all of the damage. I just want to be us again.
