Lost
Journey through Broken Moments: Emma Beckett's Reflections
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Maybe I felt too hard and broke them
Expressing the possibility of investing too much emotion and causing damage to something or someone.
Maybe I lost them in the motions
Suggesting the potential of losing something in the midst of various activities or changes.
I was going through to make you feel at home
Describing efforts to create a comfortable environment for someone, possibly in a relationship.
But I stood outside your house for like 10 minutes
Revealing a moment of hesitation or nervousness before approaching someone's house.
Before I walked up to your door
Narrating the experience of approaching the door and the associated fear.
I've never felt that scared before
Expressing an intense level of fear that was unprecedented.
You cracked the door
Describing a moment where the door is partially opened.
You cracked a joke, and that's what broke me
Connecting a humorous remark to an emotional breakdown.
I know I went about it all wrong
Acknowledging a realization that the approach was incorrect, expressing remorse.
And I'm sorry
Apologizing for the actions or behavior.
And in the momentary silence
Reflecting on a moment of silence and self-awareness.
My eyes were open, I was trying
Indicating an attempt to understand the situation with open eyes.
Saw that I broke it I was buying
Realizing responsibility for breaking something and the consequences.
I own all the blame it's mine
Taking ownership of the blame for the situation.
Then I started pulling pieces out
Starting to analyze and confront the aftermath, pulling apart the pieces.
The traces crawling from my mouth
Visualizing the impact through traces and words spoken.
I can't un-see the way you felt
Expressing the inability to forget the emotions experienced.
Can't un-hear the way you shouted to the
Recalling the painful shouts and expressions from the walls.
Walls that you were hurting
Highlighting the challenge of healing while causing pain.
I couldn't heal what I was burning
Reflecting on the destruction witnessed and its emotional toll.
So I watched it all come down
Observing the collapse of what was considered a home.
Is a house that's fallen still a house to something
Pondering the significance of a fallen house and questioning its past status as a home.
Or was it never home at all
Raising doubts about whether the past residence was truly a home.
'Cause our house is gone
Confirming the loss of the shared home.
But I look back sometimes
Looking back at the past, perhaps with a sense of nostalgia.
I'm trying to figure out if that's alright
Contemplating the acceptability of the current state of affairs.
'Cause it was wilderness
Describing the past as a wilderness, possibly symbolizing a challenging or uncertain phase.
And maybe I got lost a bit
Admitting to feeling lost at times during the wilderness phase.
But regret is more than wishing that the ending had been different
Defining regret as more than wishing for a different ending.
And just because it's over now
Asserting that the end of a situation doesn't erase the thoughts and memories.
Doesn't mean that I don't think about
Emphasizing continued reflection on the past despite its conclusion.
How I felt so free dancing on your forest floor
Recalling the joy of dancing freely in a symbolic forest.
The wind got colder through the trees but I don't feel it anymore
Noticing a change in the environment, but feeling emotionally detached.
And just because our home was a temporary one
Acknowledging that the shared home was temporary but valuing the experience.
That doesn't mean that I think any less of us
Affirming that the temporary nature of the home doesn't diminish its significance.
And is a house that's fallen still a house to something
Reiterating the question about the fallen house's status as a home.
Or was it never home at all
Raising doubts again about the past residence being a true home.
'Cause our house is gone
Confirming the loss of the shared home once more.
But I look back sometimes
Reflecting on the past occasionally and questioning its impact.
I'm trying to figure out if that's alright
Continuing the contemplation on whether the past is acceptable.
And if you'd rather let the ruins turn to dust I'll understand that
Acknowledging the possibility of accepting the ruins turning to dust.
But I hope you know you cross my mind sometimes when the sun sets
Expressing that thoughts of the person cross the mind during specific moments.
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