As I see this pattern repeating,
my passion to break the cycle isn't enough
to keep you from speaking.
Your words serve the purpose for cutting.
So I tell myself, " you only need time."
and forcing me to say goodbye,
when everyday i want to fight.
Did you think this far in advance?
When your friend became a stranger,
and left no choice but to be content by circumstance.
Your memory weighs heavily
as i search to recall your voice.
But you have made me go away.
The days keep passing now
and the days will turn to months.
Tragically ending at the expense of another.
Your intentions to fix things
and ill faded attempts to mend,
only perpetuated the seperation.
I still long and hope for reconciliation
but in this moment...it's better
to be guarded for my own protection.
