Falling

There was something in the way he looked at me and spoke to me.
Something that frightened me.
Deep down, I knew:
Falling in love was dangerous, 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 life to live,
but there you were, tearing everything down with your silky grin,
looking down at me.

Falling... Am I falling?
Am I falling 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 all the spark vanished.

Falling... Have I fallen?
Have I fallen 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 about being 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's all over:
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 were no warning signs.
I had no say in it.
That was that. I was hooked.

For too long, I got lost in you.
For too long, we clung to one another.
That wasn't love; that was dependence.
That was the need to fill the void,
and that only made the hole 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 tunnel.
I am afraid to enjoy the brightness,
because it might fade away again...

I don't love you anymore.
Perhaps I'd never loved you anyway.
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.