Us. A simple word, but heavy to hold,
Like a story never fully told.
A whispered promise, a hesitant hand,
A landscape beautiful, yet shifting sand.
We started somewhere, a flicker, a spark,
A shared laugh in the growing dark.
A connection blooming, sweet and new,
Something special, me and you.
But love, they say, ain\'t always smooth,
It bumps and grinds, puts hearts on the move.
And yours, it seemed, met mine halfway,
While mine was tangled, I couldn\'t fully play.
Not that I didn\'t want to feel,
The way your presence made me real.
But ghosts I carried, shadows deep,
I kept promises I couldn\'t keep.
They whisper doubts, they scream and shout,
\"You\'re broken, flawed, there is no doubt!\"
\"He deserves better, a love that\'s free,
Not burdened by the likes of me\"
They built a wall, brick by slow brick,
Between the love my heart felt quick
To offer freely, open wide,
And the fear that held me deep inside.
\"Right person, wrong time,\" the saying goes,
And in that phrase, my sorrow grows.
\'Cause you were everything I craved and yearned,
But lessons unlearned, bridges unburned,
Kept pulling me back, a tightening chain,
Whispering warnings, planting pain.
You shone so brightly, a radiant sun,
And I feared my darkness would eclipse everyone.
So \"us\" became a broken rhyme,
A loop repeating, marking time.
A scratched record, stuck on replay,
The same sad song, day after day.
From lovers lost to friends once more,
Walking away, slamming shut the door.
The needle lifts, the music\'s done,
And \"us\" is over, before it had begun.
The record\'s shattered, beyond repair,
Leaving only silence, and empty air.
A ghost of what could have been,
A love untried, a losing sin.