i needed answers,
some kind of notification
that everything was alright.
so i turned to meet your eyes
but all i got was a flatline;
a dead end turnaround.
thanks for the load of shit,
have a nice day.
    you know precisely how to fall
but you haven't a clue how to get back up.
so i bade you goodbye
and left you lying in your own mess of a life.
[i don't regret it one bit.]

i may be strong,
but i'm not made of bricks, you know.

fuck searching for something new.
what's wrong with losing yourself,
if what you're losing isn't
good enough for anyone?
i'm not afraid to lose it all.
i'm afraid to find what i've always wanted.
           a coward to perfection.
but while in the process of losing me
i stumbled into something new.
[i grin at the irony.]
thus, i took back what i said,
grabbed my rusted needle and thread
and sewed myself together as best as i could.
and i took love and ran with it.
i guess i ran far pretty damn far...
i've successfully conquered my fear of perfection.

i have it all.
and it's finally enough.
           a change of love or
           a love of change?
look me in the eye
and tell me this new love
hasn't changed you at all.

you are made of flesh and bone.
one cannot fall in love with a pile of bricks.
well, at least i couldn't.