if love is the thing
that hurts and heals
then i'll take it
and if pain is the thing
that i'm hesitant to feel
then i'll feel it
and if trust is the thing
that will break the seal
then i'll buy it
no matter what the cost
because i am a picture
with two different color schemes
all of them in gray
and soaked in hurt
and i am doing this for us
but i am writing this for me
i am feeling it for us
but i am crying just for me
and i am giving up for us
but i am giving in for me
i am split apart by roses
and early-morning notes
a witness to the fight between
sweet words and hidden hopes
what i wanted was a rest
what i started was a battle
and it's one that i'm fighting
with two hands behind my back
face emotionless and flat
for all but you to see
but you know that i am broken
in need of some repair
when i'm touching places in your heart
and running fingers through your hair
and learning that love is only
the art of wearing thin
the strength to let it go
the weakness to let it win
so for a moment there is calm
as i give up and let you in.
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