he said, “its easiest if we make on our way”
a simple hug that meant goodbye.
so i walked away with every ounce of regret
weighed me down, the first steps that led me,
and separated the only thing i ever felt
(you and i)
i was content with loneliness, knowing that the biggest risk spells l-o-v-e.
but i am no longer convinced that contentment is safer than never knowing.
now this distance is terrible, but for fear i might break – instead –
i turn around and watch you walk away into the darkness.
away from the only thing you know is right.
it is easiest to turn your back, than risk the desecration of your heart.
but it is harder living with the regret of what could’ve been.
in the end its all a masquerade.