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What If

What if the Link never existed,

and what if the lines were never crossed?

What if dying was nearly good as living,

and what if life greeted death’s distant echoes?

What if the things I mistake for beauty

are the ones you despise above your all?

What if your mending feels like stabbing;

what if this is as far as I can go?

What if your mazes are too complicated and

what if my freedom is not what I seize?

What if my heart is better off bleeding;

what if your help is the least I seek?

What if your if’s are lacking feeling and

what if your never’s are good as fake?

What if my heartache is your pain-killer;

what if this medicine gives more than it takes?

But…

What if this Link is overrated

And what if this Link existed not?

What in the world would make it worthless,

if you are the one that makes it whole?

What if you don’t feel like returning,

what if your fights are well behind?

What if your power to make this happen,

vanished before you realized?

What if I’m left behind crawling,

and what if you stab me one more time?

What if your knife is getting deeper,

what, oh what, if I don’t want you to be mine?

What if your if’s are now lifeless

and the feelings that used to, ceased to be?

What if your never’s became taller,

and tried their best to make you bleed?

But most of all,

what if my heartache stopped the healing,

what if this medicine made you weak?

What if my if’s are still trembling…

What, oh what, if it makes you leave?