Running in circles like if there's a different line, I'm starting to believe I was wrong all along. But life is about that, isn't it? Being wrong without understanding why or how, and then dropping off in the middle of the highway cause there's nothing else to catch. Under the blankets that I thought were yours, I realize maybe we don't even know what we were looking for. And besides all the pain and the struggle, I still believe, even while I let you go and watch you leave, I believe there was something so worthy between you and me.
Trying to understand what can I fix to make this work, I'm starting to see that maybe you were never here, never with me. Maybe I was under the illusion that by feeling your soul the way I know I did from the first time, it would be enough to stand up, and fight. Now that I lose again while looking for my way out, I wish I could offer you all the smiles I saved.
And now that you go, and it hurts to the bones, I'll stay here with my broken illusions, maybe my lies, and my constant believe, in you and I.
ART
I'll believe, even while you leave.
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