I let myself weaken and soften
Forgot my independence and the responsibility
To my skin
I let the clock slow and myself forget how to make
My own bliss
It took a heartbreak and a realization
That all I am made for is myself.
I think all of this has made it easier
To give up and cede; make up my own new rules.
I can barely remember why I thought
I'd find love and redemption;
For all the wars I've waged and all the land I've lost
I am still sitting here
While they are walking away.

There must be a time when it all becomes worth it
And I missed my chance.
I think I lost my chance when I let all these walls
Come down.
Hearts that aren't open cannot be stolen
And I don't think that mine will ever
Be uncaged.

I let you inside of my, mentally and physically.
I let the sex become fucking and roll back to foreplay,
Often all in one night.
I let my skin be bruised and battered
In hope I would never be deceived,
But who knew that my eyes were never enough for anyone.

12/11/2005

Author's Note: "After all I am glad that I am not your type" Shakira

Posted on 12/12/2005
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