...Because, the person who broke my heart
Or should I say strengthened my heart
Because he was a diluted version of a MAN.
It's so funny when I think about it
Because every indication that he didn't love me was right in my face.
I don't think that the fact of him not reciprocating love was the problem,
It’s the fact that he made me think I was crazy for thinking that he didn't.
Material things can't substitute genuine affection
And I needed that (genuine affection) in my life.
It's as though we went through the motions
Because we were so comfortable with each other;
Then things got taken for granted.
Long nights sitting up waiting to hear a key in the door of my heart
Acting like everything’s okay in the morning
While scrambling eggs and holding back my tears and biting my lip.
I think that I have lost my faith in monogamy...
It doesn't matter how good something is;
There I am, just waiting for the bottom to fall out.
I want to believe that things will be different
But there isn't a clear indication that hope is alive.
Don't think that I don't want love...
Sometimes it gets lost in translation
And I want something more manageable.
Something that I tend to do is become a lover before friends.
I want something real.
I want someone to want me just as much as I want them.
When you're gone I want to miss your touch,
The sound of your voice.
I don't think that's asking too much.