Piece 2: Other Side Of The Door
I write on paper in pen
But when I think about you
I'm unable to vent
And copy my heart in black or blue.
I don't know what games you play with my mind
And I don’t know how I still survive without you
In every aspect of life, I miss you.
In every melody, I hear the voice of you
I think about times when we held our hands
Mine was the perfect fit in yours
And how we never made any plans
To go out for we were already so close.
And when you said “I love you”,
I never returned the words to you
But deep inside I wish you know
That I’m only me when I’m with you.
It was fun when you pulled my hair
A little surprise to me from behind
A little mischief in your eyes
And a feeling that you’re mine.
I also remember us crossing the road
You held my hand as if I didn’t know
Felt like a little girl learning something new
I closed my eyes and walked because I knew it had you.
Loved the little things you did to me
Gripping my arm and not letting go.
Purposely walking comparatively slow
So I’d search when I don’t see you beside me.
Loved when you’d laugh while I sang the song
You’d make me laugh and I’d laugh along.
Everyone would smile and then laugh too.
I loved the magic you could do.
Now times have changed
You’re on the other side of the door
I know you’re not to be blamed
But I live with this lie to not break down on the floor.
I blame you for my broken self
I blame you for reaching the dead end
I blame you for the complications
And I blame you for my broken expectations.
I try to cry the pain out
But it’s not possible anymore
And this trepidation screams so loud
That I can’t even reach the door.
I wish I could open it up,
To find you on the other side.
To see your face again,
To hear you say “You’re mine”.
