and even though love can change, the way i feel for you won't re-arrange itself. i won't let these strings change how i think of you. but you won't know .. you can't. maybe you'll read this - maybe you won't. you won't know who you are to me until you can figure out who you are.. and what you want.

"i know where you're from, but where do you belong?"

have you ever felt that pain in your chest? that one type of nerve that gets hit from your heart? that feeling that everything you say will never be heard. that you're so small, that the world is this huge playground and you're a piece of sand. a grain, and you can't make yourself heard no matter how hard you scream? then you realize your chest is bleeding - openly - and there's not a cloth in sight.

and as if i you hadn't said enough, i fell to the floor .. my hand where my heart used to be - and you walked out the door. too much was never too late.

xxxx