Price of Loving You: Losing Me

This is still MS. H-I-N-D-S-I-G-H-T speakin’ here!!!

When I started loving you, this, was NOTHING I’d anticipated, I didn’t know, that the cost of loving you was so great.  The price of loving you was, losing me, and, at the time, I felt, that I couldn’t live without you, but, it should’ve been the OTHER way around.

Price of loving you: losing me, and I’d already paid THAT price, licked my own wounds, mended up the broken pieces of my heart, although, there were, still parts of it missing, because you’d shattered it all over the places.

Price of loving you: losing me, it’s just NOT like me at all, I normally wouldn’t give my heart out to anybody at all, and, you were the very FIRST I’d ever felt that strong attraction (too fatal is the thing here!), the very first instant that I’d ever felt safe, ever, and so, I rammed into this so-called love, without testing the water first, and, I ended up, nearly, DROWNED myself to death, but I’d found a piece of broken driftwood, and, held on to it, with my dear life.

And, now that I’m ashore, I’d checked myself, for “parts” missing, kinda like how you would do a “head count” to see if ALL your kids in class are still all there, and, I’d found, that my heart had, chipped (like glasses???) in several places, but, I was so thankful, that I was still alive, that it didn’t matter to me, if you’d taken those broken pieces from my shattered heart and kept them…

 

This is still MS. H-I-N-D-S-I-G-H-T speakin’ here!!!

When I started loving you, this, was NOTHING I’d anticipated, I didn’t know, that the cost of loving you was so great.  The price of loving you was, losing me, and, at the time, I felt, that I couldn’t live without you, but, it should’ve been the OTHER way around.

Price of loving you: losing me, and I’d already paid THAT price, licked my own wounds, mended up the broken pieces of my heart, although, there were, still parts of it missing, because you’d shattered it all over the places.

Price of loving you: losing me, it’s just NOT like me at all, I normally wouldn’t give my heart out to anybody at all, and, you were the very FIRST I’d ever felt that strong attraction (too fatal is the thing here!), the very first instant that I’d ever felt safe, ever, and so, I rammed into this so-called love, without testing the water first, and, I ended up, nearly, DROWNED myself to death, but I’d found a piece of broken driftwood, and, held on to it, with my dear life.

And, now that I’m ashore, I’d checked myself, for “parts” missing, kinda like how you would do a “head count” to see if ALL your kids in class are still all there, and, I’d found, that my heart had, chipped (like glasses???) in several places, but, I was so thankful, that I was still alive, that it didn’t matter to me, if you’d taken those broken pieces from my shattered heart and kept them…