I Recall A Time...
I recall a time when we were happy, when love wasn't obligatory. It was a choice—it was my choice—until you made me regret it. No, you made me resent it. Loving you became agony. I was impeded by the very "us" I once sought to save. Circumstance, while a factor, could never rationalize your apathy. What do I have to do for you to see me? Not as a savior, but as a person? Now I fear silence because memory resides in it. I fear commitment because I was committed to you. I thought I might find solace, knowing you're haunted by this, but I found only myself. I never wanted to haunt you—only to be loved. Veritably loved, at that. Not for my sacrifice, but for my pieces. Tell me, would you love me if I were a raging tempest? Because that's exactly what I am; you were just too busy having your life saved to know it. I recall a time when I wrote "like the tide belongs to the moon, so do I belong to you." Back when I romanticized being your possession befo...