Maybe if I breathe really quickly I won’t be able to feel my heart ache with every beat
Maybe if I surround myself with noise and chatter
Maybe if I hadn’t welcomed you into my life and invited you to take seat
Maybe the word “may be” just doesn’t matter
What am I supposed to do with the jumbled mess of confusion that you handed off to me with your anguished face?
What am I supposed to do with the tendrils of the plant of relationship that you cut off during the height of its growth?
Am I supposed to be the barrister when love grows at a rapid pace?
How was I even supposed to know that you perjured against your oath?
What can I reconcile now that I don’t even want to see you crumble and fall
Unless it is back into my arms?
Darling, there is no such thing as too short or too tall
Only too much deceit and charms
I don’t care if you don’t want me to see where your underbelly lies
A life that is not shared is not lived
Darling we have seen too many years to say such silly goodbyes
And I love you too much not to forgive
Abba see him, chase him, bring him into YOUR arms
That he may be one with you
Intimacy with you calms the most alarming alarms
Abba, I just don’t know what to do.
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