“You can’t go back to”
You can’t go back to
I wanted everything and I wanted nothing.
You held me so tightly, made me feel so loved and so needed.
I was fleeing love when the flame was alive and growing.
I left you and abandoned you to descend to heartbreak and a self-made prison of sadness.
Today I remember pale white skin against my flesh and shining eyes of love.
I learn. When love dies, love is dead. Your sadness became my sadness.
I learn the misfortune act of a foolish man learn too late.
You can’t go back to love that was forsaken and abused.