Sparks in the Dark

Old Love

New love almost never lasts for me, its taking a step forward just to fall back. 

I want that old type love, think I've been here type love, think we've seen this before type love, were together in past life type love. The connection you could never deny, the push and pull type kind of love. 

The love I had, the love I could have, the love I could expand on if you'd just show me you'd want that. 

The push and pull between us, the give and give up, the red to blue ratio that only ends up purple in the end, until it heals. 

I still play your music, the lyrics fill my head with grief. I know you probably only listened to it when we were together because you knew it wouldn't last long and I would leave again, and though you weren't wrong, I didn't want to, a lot of the time I didn't want to. I just get scared is all love, and I know you are too, its why this push and pull has worked for so long, because we both know that we're scared and wanna run away, but every time we run we end up right back at each others feet. This time around I'm still here, and I still love you and wanna work this out. 

I know its my turn to apologize, but I also don't have the will to come back into your life, because this time is different, isn't it? Your doing good it looks like, not as much vent art like you usually would, and I see no blues on your pages. You seem to have moved on, but I'm still hoping you haven't, because no love feels like yours nowadays and I have gotten over every other lover. Your the last one now. 

I don't wish on your downfall, and I hope your doing good, and if you are over all the reds and blues then I will understand and move onward, though I'll admit it'll hurt. 

These roses I'll have to deflower from my garden and these thorns I'll have to pull out one by one, I'll have to throw away all these memories and begin to forget burning away the images of your face in my mind and carve out the physical feeling of your touch. The memories I hold are heavy without you here and with the music you played then ringing in my head I am almost tone deaf to the sound of silence, I can't sit in silence. 

I need that old type love, I missed you type love, hey its good to see you again type love, I've been thinking about you type of love. I miss you, its good to see you again, I've been thinking about you.