The sound of your exit scares me,
just as much as the sound of your entrance,
but we both know we are just clutching
at broken straws.
WE must be fooling ourselves
to thin we ever had a chance
of giving us another shot.
I don't want you back
after knowing just how much love
can hurt the fragile soul,
but I can't pretend that I'm not scared
of the pain it will bring,
knowing you have walked away
for good.
