Too Late

I'm holding on your rope,
Got me ten feet off the ground
I'm hearin what you say but I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down, but wait
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around, and say...

'Who would be calling at this hour?' I thought. Afraid that maybe something was wrong, maybe someone was hurt or sick or something like that.

But it was only you. I knew right then, that the waiting these past few years had come down to this.

You see you have this nasty habit of dissappearing and then just showing up right when I've gotten you out of my head. This time however, it will be different.

You've lost your power; your magic has faded.

I waited until just before the voicemail would pick up, and answered just when you thought I wouldn't.

This time I caught you off-guard. You wormed your way into my head with your words and somehow managed to get me to agree to meet you in 20 minutes.

How the hell you did that, I'll never know.

But this stops there. I suppose it will be better to do this in person anyway.

The I'll know that you know I'm serious.

That I won't put up with you anymore.

I hurried to pull on some jeans and throw a t-shirt on before I grabbed my keys and left the house, wandering not so aimlessly down the road to the park we always used to hang out in late at night and watch the stars and talk about nothing.

Remember those nights?

Remember how I used to hang on your every word. You were so beautiful to me, so amazing, I swear I could have listened to you talk all night long and never lose interest.

Anyway, I took a seat on one of the swings and that's where you found me staring at my shoes.

My brand new pair of white converse sneakers, there was a speck of mud on the toe and it was really bothering me.

"What do you want now?" I said after a moment of silence.

I don't know what I expected you to say, but I'm pretty sure you said something like it.

You told me that you were sorry for just leaving like you did, sorry for letting my world scare you off.

You said that we should put all the harsh words behind us and try to make this work.

I'm sure you didn't expect to hear what I had to say about it all.

I told you that I wasn't really over it, and that I wasn't so sure I could forgive you this time.

You tried to change my mind, and for a moment you almost had me.

I started to comtemplate reasons why I should give you another chance.

You're very persuasive, you know that?

You reached for my hand and pulled me off of the swing and I stood towering over you, but I still felt small.

You reached for my face and softly traced along my jaw, you touched my lips first with your fingertips and then with your own.

I was lost in your touch. Lost in the familiar feeling of your lips against mine and without realizing it my hands reached for your waist and pulled you closer.

It was minutes before the voices screaming in my head, rose above the pounding of my heart and I pulled away from you.

You probably thought you'd won.

Probably thought you'd gotten to me again, cast your spell and had me wrapped around your delicate finger.

When I sat back down on the swing to catch my breath and find my words you took it upon yourself to apologize again and start making plans for us.

But I couldn't let you dive too far into that pool of un-obtainable dreams.

I had to finish this here and now.

I couldn't let you hurt me again.

I couldn't hurt you again.

"We don't exist anymore" I said.

That was all.

I had to walk away quickly, walk away before you had the chance to change my mind.

I had to be strong, and not fall apart.

I hope you know that I will always love you, that you will always be in my thoughts; always be a part of me.

I hope you know that I don't regret our romance.

I just regret the fact that it ended so wrong.

I'd always hoped we'd last forever.

But some dreams are just to out of reach.

Some dreams are made to fall apart.