(no subject)

This isn't the song that you wanted
This isn't the air that you need
This isn't the wound that you gave me
But this is always how I bleed.

This isn't the turn you predicted
This isn't a shape you can see
This isn't another false ending
But this is always how I flee.

This isn't the poem that you quoted
This isn't a scrap you can keep
This isn't the way you were feeling
But this is always how I weep.

This isn't the storm you prepared for
This isn't a scar I can show
This isn't your sense of an ending
But this is always how I go.

This isn't the ghost you were chasing
This isn't what makes you stay
This isn't a net that will catch me
But this is the only way.

(no subject)

This isn't the song that you wanted
This isn't the air that you need
This isn't the wound that you gave me
But this is always how I bleed.

This isn't the turn you predicted
This isn't a shape you can see
This isn't another false ending
But this is always how I flee.

This isn't the poem that you quoted
This isn't a scrap you can keep
This isn't the way you were feeling
But this is always how I weep.

This isn't the storm you prepared for
This isn't a scar I can show
This isn't your sense of an ending
But this is always how I go.

This isn't the ghost you were chasing
This isn't what makes you stay
This isn't a net that will catch me
But this is the only way.