Meant Something

And you think I left because you think
that I don't want you, that I never did.
What choice did you give me?
Did you beg me to stay? Did you ask me to stay?
Did you tell me that you do actually feel
something for me? Anything?
Even a fragment of something?

We can react to our reactions
or react to our actions...

You remember how it used to be so simple.
Why couldn't we have that?
Did it get washed in bleach too many times?
What happened to us?

I now you're not empty, I know your not hollow.
I know you're not weak. I know you're not shallow.

You're tired of the world spinning off its axis.
You're tired of swimming too close to the edge.

This isn't even how hot it gets
dancing too close to the flame.

I wasn't after anything.
It wasn't about getting anything from you.
It was about coming together.
To be stringer together.
To be what they've never seen.
To be what they could never have been.

And I still don't know why you had to be so mean.
Didn't I mean
Anything to you?
After everything we went through?
If I meant nothing, I meant nothing.
You meant something.
Yes, you meant something.