She forced a smile, said,
"Boy, come kiss my mouth—I'll set you
free.
You know that hope you're holding to? It looks an awful lot
like fear.
Now, you're so quick to fall on failure, and so quick to
raise your voice, like,
'If I can't find a mistake to blame, we didn't have a
choice.'
Oh, but you had option.
I was your chance to feel complete,
But when I leaned in close to you, you
Kissed your fear instead of me.
You had my hand in your hand,
You had my lip in your teeth,
You had my heart on your sleeve,
You had a chance to breathe.
But, boy, you wouldn't let your fear recede so I moved
on.
And it's too late to change your mind now,
You got scared, boy, and I got gone.
Now you failed, and there's no way to turn back
time.
You had your chance, boy, I tried."
"You tried?" I looked her in the eye and
smiled,
"My girl, you must understand that fear is not some product
that I made.
It crept unwelcome in my head the day they had her torn
away.
It changed me.
Now at the end of everyday I lie awake at night and
wait
To feel the wires of my brain get cut and quietly rearranged,
and
Hear my beaten heart exclaim, 'Still, I refuse to let her
go.'"
So we escape to our mistakes for they wait patiently for
us.
Oh, how they always wait for me.
If my fear has kept me here only my fear can set me
free.
And I'm sorry, dear, but don't you dare say another
word.
How could I risk holding your heart in me while still in love
with her?
You were wrong."