Not quite sure how we got here,
Was it our vulnerability to our past.
How in your lowest of times, I can make you laugh.
Again, I find myself trying my best, again I find myself speaking in jest.
Trying to find the difference of speaking from the heart and getting issues off my chest.
Is love suppose to be familiar? Is it suppose to be a reminder? So I let go...of such haunting memories...of another again...No More.