Falling

There was something in the way he looked at and talked to me
Something that frightened me.
Deep down I knew
It was a dangerous deed falling in love and I was getting too close...

Falling... Am I falling?
Am I falling from grace?
Am I falling back down?
Or am I simply falling head over heels in love?

There was so much more to be lived
But, there you were tearing everything down with your silky grin
Looking down at me.

Falling... Am I falling?
Am I falling down under?
Am I falling dangerously in love again?
Or am I simply falling from grace?

Empty words
Empty promises
I was left once again in the dark
And vanished all the spark

Falling... Have I fallen?
Have I fallen down under?
Have I once more fallen into false hope?
Or have I fallen into a deep hole?
I'm done falling...

Collision

I've been left all alone in the dark.

I've been dancing with my demons
We struggle to forget the scars, and they won't go easy. 

There's something comforting to be let down again. 

I've always been scared of being alone

Because in loneliness, I  have to fight my worst enemies within myself. 

I think it is all done:
All the voices in my head are telling me it's over. 

But, truth be told, I used to hide my true self behind the mask that was made for me.

We collided.

You didn't knock. 

You didn't ask for permission. 

You simply invaded,
Took whatever you thought was yours. 

Our worlds, so different, merged together. 

There was no warning signs

There was no saying in it for me. 

That was that. I was hooked.

For too long, I got lost in you.
For too long, we clinged to one another.
That wasn't love, that was dependence.
That was the need to fill in the void
And, that only made the hole go deeper.

Sitting here, writing these words, I wonder...

My eyes got used to the darkness
I got used to unhappiness...
Now, I recoil at the sight of the light at the end of the tunel.
I fear to enjoy the brightness...
Because it might fade away again...

I don't love you anymore.
Perhaps, I'd never loved you anyways.
But, that doesn't make me miss you any less...
In fact, I don't  miss YOU,
I just miss MY idea of you.

We've collided...
We've drifted apart...
We're no longer plural.

I wish you well.
I wish you hell.
And, I wish you farewell.