And how many times have we followed this path,
How many times have we said we would change?
How many times have we said we'd move on,
Only to realize it's never the same?
There's only so many times you can say those words,
Only so many times "I Love You" can't go wrong,
And when you hit that final blow,
The cruelty of it smashes into you with the heat of a final song,
When he says good-bye, it's not so different,
Or so we lead ourselves to thinking,
But there's one time when the guy who says good-bye
Was all along, the one who'd been stopping us from sinking,
And so we plummet ever deeper
Into a pit of rising despair,
Because we tread one too many times on the path that life leads us on,
And we realized, finally, how much it hurts to care.
Hey Dear,
What's going on with this? I keep seeing this recurring theme throughout your poems. Something you need to talk about? I'll talk to you later on. Love yah, - Ciar