not sure how many times
i will let you
i keep trying to see the sunshine
when all you show me are your rainy days.
it seems so easy for everyone
to tear apart the past into little pieces
rearranging memories so they fit convinently
into a shiny new life.
does it fix a broken heart
or salve a guilty conscious?
my heart doesn’t work that way.
it all stays.
i see the rays between the clouds
and you only want to push me away
maybe i’ll let the storm wash over me
and drown out the bright spots
why should i hide my light?