And Crawling I Position Myself Below Your Broken Wings
I Lift Your Feathered Left Arm Where You Hide Your Heart From Me
I Never Noticed It Was Swollen With A Touch Of Brutal Pain
I Never Knew A Heart Could Live Inside The Rust From All Your Rain
I came home today knowing that this morning may be the last time I got to see Ray in his house with all of his belongings outside of boxes. I went to sleep knowing that things would be so much harder this way, and his opinions may change.
But shit happens for a reason, and whether I like it or not, this turn of events is an inevitability. The best angle for viewing this sort of thing is the one where you realize that it is in his best interest to do so. To make something of himself; even though, in my opinion, he has already done on a massive level. Regardless of whether I even exist for him after those few years, he will be a happier man for it.
My only solace is in knowing that.
I love you, remember that. Also know that I want you to be happy and have all of the things you've ever wanted, even if I cease to be one of them.
