is nothing more of a conundrum
for the leaky seals put together.
And for the mess of trails you call paths.
Sorry that caring too much,
meant that we should've not cared at all.
And when we decided to not care,
you decided to let us back in.
Your door has become jagged,
and my key has become wrought.
Instead of beating it down,
I just walked away.
Because theres no reason to walk through hell, if you weren't doing the same.
My feet have adjusted to these hot coals,
but your heart have not adjusted to its tank always running out,
or has it?