Breaking Point

Six months later and time doesn’t stand still
Maybe you think I haven’t gotten older, but everyone changes
Maybe you think I’m still the same, but it’s hard to stay the same
Tell me you love me, tell me you don’t, hurt me enough and maybe I’ll break.

We can fall into routine, face to face, side by side, an ocean away
Maybe you could promise me those sweet little nothings like you do
Maybe you could pretend that I’m the same girl you last saw smiling
Tell me you care, tell me you’re hurting, hurt me enough and maybe I’ll cry.

Step away and let me see how you’ve changed, so jaded and so careful
Maybe you could let me love you, but I don’t know if that’s enough for me
Maybe you could let me keep you, but they say to love something is to set it free
Tell me you’re sorry, tell me you never meant to pull away and maybe I’ll fall.

It’s six months later and I’m still the girl with her heart on her sleeve
And maybe you think I’m still the same, but maybe I’ve changed
And maybe you think I’m a mistake, but you and I know that I’m not
Tell me you don’t love me, tell me you do, just don’t break my heart.

Written March 5 2010.