Echoes of the Lost

Draw a line

I told you I needed to draw a line,
and you told me you would erase it.
So I told you I'd build a wall,
and you told me you would take a sledgehammer and break it down.
I told you I needed a break,
and you told me I was running away.
Give me a reason to stay.

You turned a tidal wave into a tsunami,
threw me off my rescue boat,
gave me hope for an island,
and took the lifeline away.
How can you ask me to stay?

I prayed to God you wouldn't be a lesson.
I hoped you were the result of all the lessons I've already learned.
But I guess the universe had one more lecture open for me
walking away from the things that hurt me.

I've never been good at it, you see.
I've never been good at giving up on the things that don't serve me.
I stick around way longer than I should.
So it's time for me to leave; I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, even though I shouldn't be.

I have this paragraph written out in my notes.
There are a hundred reasons why I can't stay.
I will text them to you because I can't seem to say it to your face.

The moment we met, you'd say a joke, and I would laugh; you would smile, and all the reasons why would disappear from my mind.
I hate that you have that effect on me.