the act of holding on and letting go
you can’t stand in my doorway for long
its eleven o’clock, he’s expecting you home
i’ll walk you up the hill to your car
because you parked in the dark in our favorite spot
and i’ll collapse to my knees and beg you,
“please, honey bee”

and said no- don’t let go, don’t let this die
what i said was nothing i meant, it was all a lie
i don’t need your sympathy, i just need to know
what i did to ruin this and turn your body cold

but i felt the warmth of your shine
it started melting the ice, you’re the sun in my sky
just know it was your choice to love
if you walk through that door there will be no “us”
and i’ll collapse to my knees and beg you,
“please, remember me”

i’ll still be your flower if you’ll be my bee
we can sit inside and wait for the spring
just don’t make me sit through this winter alone
i know i’m dead from the roots, i’m last seasons bloom
i have nothing else to offer you, just the hole in my chest
from where you’ve sucked me dry

so- don’t let go, don’t let this die
i’ll admit- i can’t exist without you in my life


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