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I used to think that I was made to love That I was born with an abundance, a capacity to hold a planet’s worth I used to dream of the space it would occupy Rather supply, for whose desire could I satisfy?
I thought maybe one day, I’d settle for a place like my own A heart that wasn’t brittle bone but more flexible elastic Able to stretch to a point where you’d think it’d pop but yet it would grow and grow and grow and grow
Eyes would get wide as they’d see the stretch marks The faded color, the translucent insides The bigger the space the more you could see how empty it was, less love but more full of lies It’s not that I didn’t have the capability to hold it all, but more like I tried
At some point it did pop, the pieces falling like a meteor shower I can’t seem to forget Like rainfall at your best friend’s funeral So even if you shed tears, it just looks like you’re wet
I wanted nothing more than to place my love in a home it could feel comfortable in That was you My saving grace, that put all my pieces together like the puzzles you liked to solve I’m fixed I’m six I’m sick I’ll live Without you, it’s not worth trying to fix the broken home I’m left with
Not a product of divorce but I’m tempted to seal the divide with two of everything That way I can say I tried twice as hard and that it was you that left me Maybe I’m still empty Modus Vivendi As hard as it is to say goodbye I’ll still try You’ll always be the home I felt most comfortable in Even if it was just me there
