There’s a dagger in my heart that I can’t seem to remove.
I tried and I can’t.
Cause I’m afraid of what’s left of me would fall apart.
Like the blade is holding me together.
Allowing me to live.
But also making it hard to love again.
I want to rip it.
And forget about him.
But I feel if I do,
I would rip my heart.
And forget who I am.
It’s like he’s my life support.
Even though he’s gone.
But here at the same time.
I still wait for him sometimes.
Waiting for him to come around the corner and hold me once more.
Forgetting that he’s no longer around.
So I keep trying,
But keep failing.
‘Cause I’m not strong enough to get over my fear.
So the dagger remains.
Forever lodge in my heart.