What could've been by Chevelle

I met you before I knew what love was. 

Love was foreign to me, scary, new. I was immature on how to love and how to receive it. 

But you were so patient with me. 

You nurtured me and took care of me as if I was a newborn. You took the time to open me up, reach into and give my heart a hug. 

You kissed every scar on my body,

even the ones that no one could see. 

You repaired broken pieces that I forgot needed mending. 

You did all of this for me but I wasn’t ready to receive it. You fell in love with me, I tried to catch you. 

My love, I tried. 

But I didn’t know how. 

I didn’t know what to do. 

I would kiss you and I would see your heart break a little more. I would hold you and I could hear your soul crying. 

All you wanted was for me to catch you. 

One day you got tired of crying, you got tired of trying . 

I felt like you were giving up on me but a heart can only take so much. 

I watched you walk away and you still looked back for me to catch you. 

With tears in your eyes you still wanted me to save you. 

I let you walk away. 

Years passed and I found out what love was. 

Every time I tried to explain love to someone else I just spell out your name. 

I came back for you, I started to search for you. 

But I was too late. 

Someone else caught you. 

I hope they have a firm grasp on you. 

Because I will be there to finish what they couldn’t and what I should’ve. 

I will be there to fix the same heart that I broke