Am I mistaken to think I am strong
When I tell you that you were wrong?
What happens when the depth of my feelings
Are rejected by the shallow reflection of your ceiling?
Do I dare strike a light?
I am never ready for the fight.
Yet the argument is subtle in it's varied twists.
I hear my scream, "I love you" though you're the one who drives off the cliff.
Or when the tidal wave, sky scraper tall, shadows above us
I turn with all my conviction and declare my undying love and trust.
My dreams never waver far from the emotion deep in my soul.
Only when I'm awake does the honesty of my love fail to console.
I've reached the moment when I can ignore the ache so persistant.
My days form into habit and never vary from the consistant.
One betrayal leads to others, I suppose.
But yours was the one which hurt the most.
That is okay as I come to my unwavering decisions.
Your life is yours and my life is no longer up for discussion.
If I have not made myself clear,
Well, good-byes were never my competent sphere.
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