It makes us question why we first gave in,
The fact that love hurts all the more when lost.
Because to err feels like another sin,
It seems that every choice comes at a cost.
We hold onto the pain like it’s a thing
that just needs water to survive and may
then be revived, and we’ll cease suffering
Because it’s still alive. But some would say,
That which was lost was never yours to keep.
The choices made, they never had a flaw;
The choices made were moving in the deep —
Made long before the time when you were born.
And you were moved to love and err and doubt,
And wonder what the whole thing is about.