Coming back to you
Is like coming to an abandoned church
Sacred, yet terrifying
You never know what awaits
Is it heaven, is it hell?
Both welcoming
And frightening,
Both silent
And violent.
Hope always remains,
But I know that
You have been hurt
And you will hurt,
That's a promise.
Coming back to you
Is like coming to an old friend
Long expected, yet unpleasant
You never know what awaits
Is it joy, is it pain?
Both crying
And giggling,
Both calm
And violent.
Hope always remains,
But we know that
I have been shattered
And I will shatter,
That's a promise.
Giving up and giving in,
Drowning in a drought of emotions.
Giving up and giving in,
Running back to the past.
Hope always remains,
But you know that
We have been broken
And we will break,
That's a promise.
