Between Her and I

Nothing turned out the best between her and I

I left her lonely, and I made her cry

It kept me awake at night

Thinking about how I stole the light

From the one girl that made me smile

That gave me new meaning to the style

Of living in which I had become accustomed, yes

Nothing turned out the best

I moved away from her, as I thought I had hurt her so

And indefinitely she would turn from me if I tried to soften the blow

A heavy swing I took at her heart, and I struck out all the same

For now I missed her even deeper, and was forced to blow out the flame

I left her to hold the candle, and rekindle when she was ready

And when she was I was again afraid of being burned in a hand I knew so steady

Nothing turned out the best between her and I

But when she walked past, she still caught me eye

I came to her with my heartache, and she held the pieces dearly

She put them back together with tender love and understanding

Not knowing all the while, that all I wanted from her

Was all of the time back that I had wasted, being afraid of getting burned

So I took my time to make sure that I had severed all ties

So I could mean it when I looked into her blue eyes

And told her that it had always been her

She had always been my girl

Nothing turned out the best between her and I

Because I was afraid to love her, the fault was always mine

And I wrote once about the stars, about how they burn before the burst

How much beauty they bring to the night sky, and how much it must hurt

To disperse into billions of tiny pieces, once whole with purpose and light

Just to be scattered across the galaxy, turning day into night

And I knew that’s what I would be, if I loved and lost her again

Nothing more than meaningless particles, once now, and now then

I would be a flicker of the flame in my lover’s eyes

And I could not stand to be just a memory to her… just a shadow in the night

Nothing turned out the best between her and I

Nothing, and yet everything, turned out the best between her and I

For the flame is only appreciated with the idea that it can be lost

Beautiful, dangerous, limited, nothing comes without a cost

There is no love at all, without the fear of being burned

There are no lessons in life, without something to be learned

And even though I may still find myself reeling through the darkness

If she decides that our love is not bright enough to withstand the blackness

Then at least I will have burned brightly for her; I will have lit up her world

And even if I am a flash in the sky,

A shooting star burned far too bright,

She will always be my girl

And perhaps nothing may turn out the best between her and I

But she is she, and I am I, and to each of us, the other is mine.