at some point you're going to have to make a decision. boundaries don't
keep other people out. instead, they fence you in, that is how we're made.
so you can waste your life drawing lines or you can live your life crossing them.

i hate the way i am always holding back whenever i am with you.
i find myself fighting the urge to kiss you, to grab your hand and slip my fingers
in between yours. those sweet little things. i just can't do anymore.
i can't say i love you now, not because i don't, but because
i fear the silence that will follow. because you don't love me anymore,
at least that is what you say. you don't care and it tears me to bits and pieces. 

for some reason, you will no long be the person you believed you once were.
you will detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly
shifts in you. worse, you will realize it is always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts,
a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. but you don't understand why or how.

maybe we will live and learn, maybe we will crash and burn.
maybe you will stay, maybe you will leave, maybe you will return.
maybe another fight, maybe we won't survive, but maybe we will grow.

he's the one you should be feeling sorry for.
he had the world but he thought he wanted more.

if i could forget everything, i can honestly say i would,
i can't imagine how peaceful it would be to be able
to pass you on the street and have no idea who you are.

if someone did something bad enough to make you drive them out of your life,
don't be foolish enough to invite them back into your life.