Not even a story

I need no things to remind me of you, 

I won’t worship our memories and I’ll make you no promises 

We don’t need a soundtrack or a breathtaking view, 

I’m fine with being forgettable, are you? 

Are you still in with no damage control? 

No acting, no lines, 

No critics to rate us, no fans to adore us, no applause for our show, 

No prizes to win at the end of it all 

Who are you doing it for? 

Are you still in if there is nothing more? 

Not even a story to tell, 

For how could you ever start to explain 

How we broke ourselves into million pieces just to mend them together in one 

And then come back as two who have nothing in common with 

Who we were before we've begun?

It's time

You need to keep your stories unfinished, 
Unwritten, untold 
Or maybe you just get high on beginnings 
Mistaking your thoughts for your feelings 
Same lesson, unlearned 
Your heart still on hold 
Yes, you are the wanderer, 
The untamed nonbeliever, the rebel, the dreamer, 
The traveler trapped in a tower of fears, 
Of patterns yet to be broken, 
Of true words yet to be spoken 
And images about how things should be 
That won’t let you be 

Don’t you see  
I know you, you are me,  
Pinned down here by titles, by guilt and by pride 
Vividly blind 
When all that is needed is right there inside 
And maybe it’s time to break free from the show 
It’s time to love 
To live 
And let go