I'm stuck, see the light ahead but time slows
Time flies, moments pass, I stay still, stuck in the bubble
The bubble of memories, the bubble of you
I want to break free, let me pop the bubble, feel the fresh air, a new pair of mischievous irises sketched in my head, not as detailed but a base for something different, something new
But I can't. I try, but the bubble is stronger, you are stronger
But when push comes to shove, I will make it happen, even if I shove myself too
Because I'd much rather get hurt by me than hurt because of you
Because in the end, that's what's left. To grieve for what we never had, so close but just out of reach inching farther back by the minute
But now, let me turn away, push the bubble away from you, if I can't pop it then let me mold it, turn it into something gentle yet loud.
Something dark yet comforting, something prickly yet soft, something hurting yet healing
Let me turn it into a bubble of me instead, I'll treasure you because you deserved it but I will not hold on any longer, a bridge goes two ways and now I'm burning the side that stayed
Yet there is still space to rebuild, a different bridge, not the same but still with the same foundation. Who knows? Maybe it might hold better than the last one
The light is far, the bubble is tight, you're still in my head, but I will resist and hope that it will all work out in the end
Because that's what matters right?
Even if it hurts.