Chris - Return to Sender

Stay. Wait, go.
Be gone. No, be here.
I want to be alone,
but I need you beside me.

I hang on every word you say,
but each one shears a piece of my soul.
Lo and behold, I’m beside you again
And I smile through the sweet, sweet torture.

You smile at me kindly,
and that one day I’ll be whole.
I fight the urge to scream at you,
and I staunch the urge to cry.

You see the pain within my eyes,
and seek to console me in any way.
But no matter what you do,
only one thing will shed the light.

You care for me, but all for naught,
for every bandage you place, you leave two scars.
I hate it that you care, but I love it that you’re there,
for me, your blindness agonises me.

I need you, but you kill me,
unknowingly you cause me pain.

But I’d brave horrors ten times worse,

that render me black and blue,

that flay the skin from my back,

that drive me mad and beg for death,

that make me wish I’d never been born,

that shows me that there is no god,

I’d face all of this.

Just so I may be held by you, and be told that it’s alright,
so my soul may heal,
so I may feel that for once I’m not alone,
and to be shown that there is a light in the swirling emptiness…

Just to be beside you….

Stay. Wait, go.
Be gone. No, be here.
I want to be alone,
but I need you beside me.

“It is better to have loved and lost,

than to have never loved at all.”
But it is better to have never loved at all,
than to love passionately, and unrequitedly.

Because though I’m in love with you, you simply just love me…

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This is pretty self-explanatory as to why a wrote this.


relationships, love, hate

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