Hand Out Your Heart Again – A Lesson For Hopeless Romantics
We have these moments when we’re in love, where we point out “I think that is where I lost her. That’s where I lost it all”.
We have these moments when we’re in love, where we point out “I think that is where I lost her. That’s where I lost it all”.
The goodbyes weren’t crushing, until this very last one.
Somewhere between the home that I used to own and the future that I used to hold, I am there with an earthquake in my heart.
I don’t want to admit that we might both fade into something different, bleeding our love into other hearts.
Our love is blurry to me, I try to measure it in heartbeats, but it races so fast when I see you that I wouldn’t dare try to keep track.
I’m still afraid of that riptide tearing me back, drowning me again like all the others. Hold me above water and I promise I won’t ever falter.
I knew from the moment that I met you there was a storm brewing in our hearts.
I think of you the way people stare at an accident on the highway. The way they stand on an overpass, their mouths agape while they look on without lending a hand, most locked in place as though their puppeteer felt his heart collapse.
There are memories that stay locked firmly in my mind of which I am both unable and unwilling to let go of between us. I find myself crawling through them from time to time, remembering what it was like to hold you so close.