So keep drinking

I drank your promises,

I drank your lovely words,

I drank your stories,

even the dark ones.

Is it so difficult to forget a bunch of memories?

I'm the best when it comes to forgetting things,

but why does it seem that when I want to forget the most, I keep remembering?

I know what you told me: "Trust me, just trust me, we'll be fine."

But, will we?

Sometimes, it seems so difficult to trust,

It's not about past suffering, it's not about the snow that breaks my defenses,

It's about them and their eyes, them and their lies, me and my past.

I wanted to be with you, I want to be with you, I want you.

Even when a million "ifs" come to my mind, even then, I choose you.

But give me time, time is all I ask, not more, not less, just time.

I want to heal, I want to be fine and happy.

People are incredibly good when it comes to putting pressure on me.

So give me time, and we'll see...