Goodbyes & Good Reasons
Love, come see me,
Look I’m still alive
and breathing
Because every goodbye
needs a good reason
Please
Remember my words
Remember our best years
Remember us
Find peace
I sure will, someday.
You knew me so well
Now I don’t know
what’s left of us
because all I see is
muted memories.
All of this used to feel so familiar,
Most days I was happy,
And somedays perfectly naive
In strong moments I believed
that we could have been family
We got engaged and
you squeezed my hand
You were my leader,
cheering, and waiting
for our happy end;
But my „yes“ began to fade
through the years
And I became a chameleon
speaking sweetness
to calm your fears
Time had torn our paths apart,
While you were stuck, I worked so hard
Truth was not your song, for sure,
And trauma hit back
like never before;
We became frozen lovers in spring
Now and then thunderstorms,
haze and hostility
You held me too close,
Grabbed me so tight
Cracked my wrists,
the harder I tried,
No exit, you said
And kissed me worst-night
Afterwards I locked the doors
Strong winds of change were rising
Tiny ones still holding on
Trusting those silly kite strings
Until courage came
to cut them off
When I finally
turned your hands down
I was fired
Like the bullets
of a broken love-machine-gun
I desperately spoke
to your anger
in my mother tongue
repeated: I am sorry!
repeated: I’ll get over it!
Look at me, I got over it,
and now I honestly think
you are not the person,
I owe an apology.
As I am reframing the images of
our beautiful love story
I continue to write my story
Sometimes I'm still unsure
whether it is a good one
to tell
But here’s my truth:
When I left you,
I left everything I knew, so far.
I learned that
loving someone
means committing,
means trust,
means giving
And also giving up
at times
Learning about love
meant letting you go,
Because not having control
was the most
haunting place I know
Yes,
Your love gave me shelter
You were my safe space
Your presence still feels incredibly
intense
past tense,
so present
Now there you go,
packing your suitcase
for the unknown
But I guess
these walls
are now supposed to build
my home
again.
Love, come see me,
Look I’m still alive
and breathing
Because every goodbye
needs a good reason
Please
Remember my words
Remember our best years
Remember us
Find peace
I sure will, someday.
You knew me so well
Now I don’t know
what’s left of us
because all I see is
muted memories.
All of this used to feel so familiar,
Most days I was happy,
And somedays perfectly naive
In strong moments I believed
that we could have been family
We got engaged and
you squeezed my hand
You were my leader,
cheering, and waiting
for our happy end;
But my „yes“ began to fade
through the years
And I became a chameleon
speaking sweetness
to calm your fears
Time had torn our paths apart,
While you were stuck, I worked so hard
Truth was not your song, for sure,
And trauma hit back
like never before;
We became frozen lovers in spring
Now and then thunderstorms,
haze and hostility
You held me too close,
Grabbed me so tight
Cracked my wrists,
the harder I tried,
No exit, you said
And kissed me worst-night
Afterwards I locked the doors
Strong winds of change were rising
Tiny ones still holding on
Trusting those silly kite strings
Until courage came
to cut them off
When I finally
turned your hands down
I was fired
Like the bullets
of a broken love-machine-gun
I desperately spoke
to your anger
in my mother tongue
repeated: I am sorry!
repeated: I’ll get over it!
Look at me, I got over it,
and now I honestly think
you are not the person,
I owe an apology.
As I am reframing the images of
our beautiful love story
I continue to write my story
Sometimes I'm still unsure
whether it is a good one
to tell
But here’s my truth:
When I left you,
I left everything I knew, so far.
I learned that
loving someone
means committing,
means trust,
means giving
And also giving up
at times
Learning about love
meant letting you go,
Because not having control
was the most
haunting place I know
Yes,
Your love gave me shelter
You were my safe space
Your presence still feels incredibly
intense
past tense,
so present
Now there you go,
packing your suitcase
for the unknown
But I guess
these walls
are now supposed to build
my home
again.