You live your life.
you and your mess
it's littered with bad choices, filled with excuses, you are drowning
And yet it is I that cannot breathe.
miles away and still in the same room you always want me on your side
you are the master of right words and
I believe you.
Believe, believe, and believe
Over and over again like a bad song on the radio that repeats itself I somehow know and sing the lyrics and start saying them to myself all over again.
"It will get better, it will get better," I say to myself
I believe you. And when your words fall like broken glass,
I too break
When will you stand behind your words?
Because words are just that – words.
Trust me. I want you to succeed.
I cannot do it for you. I am pulling, pulling, and pulling only to see it is for nothing
I am pulling a rope tied to nothing.
Only you can make a change.
I will go on loving you. I will always love you.
I will not pull the rope.
Deep down, I keep breaking. I keep breaking as I watch you tempt fate and try this balancing act.
but I'm putting those pieces together once again, choosing to hope that change does in fact live in you.
I will wait. and wait. and wait.
But no longer will I pull the rope.
