I can't wrap my head around this anymore. This past year has been too much for me to absorb. Wasted 2 1/2 years with someone horrible. Didn't have enough time with someone I adored.
We threw love into the river, watched it break apart on stones and foam away. There's nothing left to recover, no lessons to be learned...this current leads to a fall.
Control is the shadow I cast by circumstance. I'm holding you saying "it's ok" trying to convince myself. Luck runs out and memory comes to collect the debts (the funhouse mirror, warping your fears) telling you what you lost.