The last 3 letters of the spring

That was sad, there’s no point denying how sad it was
You only recognize it, when you’re no longer in it
It was the real me, and it was the real you
yet "it wasn't really it"
In the middle of the night
brawling the air just to come out alive at 07:31
as if I was never on the other side
as if I was never THE…
still fighting back my wounded mirrors
shadows of my innocence 

I'll hold your hand when the big, scary guy lurks around your house 
politely scream your name (in my head, how else), and let (the other) kiss my shins

I’ll find my way out
I say, but I can't 
give you more than I’m allowed to grieve 
You love, and then you lose and there is no other meaning
It's not that deep
It was one of those things on one of those days
...
That's it.