Not Letting Go of This Holding On; Holding On to This Letting Go
Friday, March 6th, 2009 Here Comes Goodbye Do you hear me, talking to you?
Across the sea of all the faces that try to part us,
Saying things unexplained, unconfirmed, unproven.
Do you see me, looking at you?
You don’t even stare now, although I know that you feel me present.
What’s wrong with the idea of loving you?
We being together?
Do you believe them, and their hearsays?
Don’t you believe on the things you yourself feel?
Because right now, I don’t understand this beating heart.
I tried to be far from you.
I succeeded.
That’s when you’re not near, when I can’t see you personally.
But, when at times that I see you, it all goes back, like hero to zero, from a single point to full circle.
But I haven’t had the heart to say things to you.
I just can’t pluck the courage.
Can you pluck the courage for me?
Of course, that will be inappropriate.
But one thing, I’ll never forget you, and the way you make me love like this.
It felt good.
It felt bad.
I’m hurt.
Can you picture me now, my heart is bleeding.
The loving dagger is pressing deeper through my heart than I have ever imagined.
I just don’t want to see you, so I can go on not missing you.
But you know I can’t do that.
But you’re letting me do that.
You’re trying to make me let go of loving you.
You are nearing to success.
I’m barely hanging on.
But I am HANGING ON.
“If it’s a broken part, replace it.
If it’s a broken arm, then brace it.
If it’s a broken heart, then face it.”
-Jason Mraz
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