Caught in this cycle of sentiment
Unsure which feelings matter in the present,
which ones are just a fixture of the past
Should the passion of days gone by make up for the cold disregard of today?
Affection is now inconsistent routine
No longer a fervent expression of meaning
Does history make up for missing affinity?
I don't want to believe this is our inevitable nature
Is this just how it goes? Am I right to expect more?
Lonesome nights spent grappling with these thoughts
Two contrasting beliefs pulling me apart at the seams
Will I ever know undoubtedly?
I am not one to be risky in love
Clarity feels like an insurmountable hope,
but I struggle to move forward without it