They say that if you say something too many times it will lose it’s meaning
So I kept saying I love you, I love you, I love you
And waiting for it to fade
But it didn’t
You kept telling me you loved me
“I love you, I love you, I love you”
But I don’t know if you still do
I wish someone could tell me how falling out of love works
Can you wake up and an entire relationship turn to dust and ash in your heart,
Ready to be swept out to the wind to make room for new experiences, new people, new repetitions?
Or can I rise like a phoenix from those ashes and set your heart on fire again?
If there’s a mustard seed left, I’ll plant it.
Give me an apple and I’ll grow you an orchard.
If there were more planting analogies for me here, ones about faith and patience, I’d use them.
Because even after days of silence, I still spend my shooting stars on you.
I will blow out all the candles, break every wish bone. I will dig out my ruby slippers and click my heals together three times because home is when I’m alone with you.
"Repetition" - t.