When I was a little girl I could feel you out there
around me. Imagining who were, what you
smelled like, who your friends were. I would
draw you in the sky with one finger, looking out
of my window. If I looked hard enough, I could
almoust make out your eyes. Were you waiting
for me too? Then I found you. I found my heart. I
found my truth. Love is supposed to protect. It
supposed to be a safe place. So why am I so
afraid? Afraid that my kiss wasn't the sweetest
kiss you knew? And when my eyes filled with
tears, did you cry for me? Did you fight for me?
What makes you so different? Is this the real
you? Love isn't supposed to deceive. So tell me,
was it worth it? Will you replace me? Or will I
replace you? Or will we remain? To know love is
to know pain.