Journaled Volume Two | Page 11

Bring us back

To carefree oblivion

Blissfully ignorant of the truth

That you unlocked the door

Where did you get the key?

I think deep down it started at the beginning

Before I was truly aware that it was different

That you were different

That you were changing me

Shaping my heart to match yours

Maybe you didn’t know

Maybe it wasn’t on purpose

But I accidentally fell

I tripped into you

Never knowing but continuously falling

Eyes closed as I speak the truth