And I Know Now Why People Cry About the Past

It was a skipped record, playing over and over

A sort of simple mind torture

You fought for breath, and losing my constant eternal struggle;

I fought for lost words

The night has passed, as have all of our summer nights

Now I'm constantly drowning in unwanted salt water and lack of emotional words

I could have said something

I could have appreciated wet noodles more

We could have made the right decision so long ago

It is a skipped heartbeat, playing over and over

As if she can hear my rhythm, her past pain screaming to me

With every worried look in the morning

It hurts.

We all hurt.

Whether we long for it again or the constant guilty mind battle consumes our entire core

Our pasts hurt, playing over and over