“If I could catch a tear right now, I wouldn’t be drowning in them.
If I could save myself, I wouldn’t be sinking in the middle of the ocean.
If I could build myself a wall, I wouldn’t be as crushed as ashes.
If I could have a life full of color, I wouldn’t be facing a plain, blank canvas.
If I could turn back time, I wouldn’t be stuck between letting go and holding on.
If I could have just ignored, then seeing you go won’t affect me.
If I could have told myself to stop falling for you, then falling and breaking apart won’t be this hard.”
It won’t be this hard.
But it is.