Why is it so hard to let go of something that was never yours?
Why is it so impossible to just walk out on your own?
Why, why do you always crawl back to her on all fours?
Why do you never realize I'm still waiting all alone?

We fought battles together, but we forgot the wars
We swore honesty, we promised candor
Now I relinquished my hold, I admit you're hers
I let you go before the rain became a storm

It's a liberation from the chains of eternity
Chains disguised as love, as philia, as friendship
Chains that somehow became a part of me
Is it truly freedom when I feel so empty?

It was a glacial severance, as if the entire universe
Was eagerly awaiting, was holding its breath,
Waiting to see who would walk away first
Who would brave a pain worse than death.

But the pain was sweet, a welcome embrace
Better than the suffering bond I couldn't break
Because it was not propinquity, it was simply a disgrace
Now that I'm free, I wonder if it was a mistake?

So you might have noticed the mood jumps around from sad, to regretful, to confused, and so on. It was an attempt to capture the flitting emotions of the human mind.

If you noticed, I'm proud because I got my point across. If you haven't, I clearly need practice. Please let me know.

~Halyn