My heart is in London. My head’s in Tokyo. My body’s trying to bring me wherever you go. With each step, I lose grasp of my soul, who I am and everything I know. Following you could lead me down the wrong road.
If I could tell you a story about how I fell in love, would you know the story I’m thinking of? It happened at different times for us – you fell so quickly, where as I didn’t know what this was. It took me a while to figure it out, and hit with a bang. One day my head copped on and it all sunk in. That we were a couple without a label, the friends you know will be one day. That’s what I knew we were in the back of my mind, even if I didn’t want to say.
Maybe we’re meant to be. Maybe it’s destiny. But I can’t keep losing a piece of me, to make sure I can hold onto you. Otherwise when I lose me, that’s when you’ll lose me too. We’ll tear each other apart. You know, brutality is our middle name. Should we save ourselves the heartbreak? We might be worth the pain.
So where do we go from here? I’ve said all I’ve got to say. I don’t know what there’s left for us at the end of the day. Do we run with the wind, and should I take the risk? Could you watch me change or will you live by “ignorance is bliss?” Ignore how we don’t kiss the same, or how I say your name. Forget that at one stage, everything was okay.
It’s the only way to keep us both together, and both almost sane. Let’s go for it. Let’s run. You can lead the way.
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