It feels as if I’m the spectator to the debate going on between my head and my heart

I know I want to stay and wait because your love is something I never wanted to give up on

I know in a heart beat I would shape my own spine so that it best fits the counters of your soul.

But sitting in this same room I use to sit in with you

I can see and feel the sanity and overall character of my own being

Crumbling from the foundation yet I don’t know if I’m maintaining stability or if I’m jus barley stable.

Our love began to fade and there’s something I never thought would happen

If only we could’ve seen that we were working on each other while simultaneously avoiding the work that needed to be done on ourselves

It’s crazy how the man in the mirror seen everything that I was to ignorant to open my eyes to