I don’t want to be forgotten. At the same time, I don’t want you to remember me either…

It seems every time I start to believe we’re pulling through
You slip farther away,
Hoping that one day I will just disappear…
But it never happens.

I never walk away from you,
And for that I pay by having to dry your tears
With my worn hands and tired motions
You don’t cry because of me,
You cry because of yourself and how horrible you think you are –
You’re wrong.

I wouldn’t sit through this misery
If I didn’t have a reason to hold onto you,
And I certainly have proved I will never walk away,
No matter what.

You have asked me many times why it is that I hold onto such desolation
And I always reply with my same noise –
You’re all that I live for.

Is this what love truly is?
A war of who is good for the other?
I want to know who decides that,
Because it doesn’t seem as though we are on the same page…
We never are.

It is I who doesn’t deserve to caress your troubled thoughts,
I don’t deserve to drown in your pain each night
When you come to me with another piece of your heart missing
Yet I still get to hold you in my arms
And my voice still gets to say your name
Promising that everything will be alright –
I don’t deserve to speak of such things to you
When I know you could do so much better.

We still hold onto each other
For some reason I never understood,
And still ponder about when I get to realize you are forever with me
No one else gets to hold the sorrow
That seems to keep me going every day
As I adventure for something to make you happy
Something that makes this love of ours
All seem worthwhile.

If you could just forget me and let me walk away,
Could I return someday in your dreams
And see some sort of happiness I couldn’t bring?
If I was forgotten, what kind of person would you become?