The nights have ended like this far too often, with silence and I feel my heart breaking, every time. With a quiet hug that wakes me it's all forgotten, but it keeps coming back, haunting us. I tell you that I love you too much and you say you don't understand.

I don't let myself fall, never all the way down, I keep a rope tied just in case I want to be pulled back at any time. With you, I've fallen, and I've fallen hard, only now you're the one with the rope and with every silence, you pull back just a little more.

I'd rather you break my heart with a nice clean cut, not by wounding me and then wounding me again before I've even had a chance to heal. So silly that I should finally want to give myself to somebody so wrong for me.