Junne: …..I am the girl who wants more and I think you’re too laid back
Chuck: I’m the guy who wonders….
Wonder why she thinks I’m laid back but then, I just got back…
Junne: He is so ordinary.
It was a different him that day at the Park. With a smile So sweet he said hello.
He was a wild one
Phenomenal, yet simple
I just knew I wanted to be with no one else
Chuck: ….She thinks I’m the good guy, up so high she held me, down below I was, look at me I said but all to myself. If only she’d hear the cracking sound of how broken I was…
Junne: He’s happy but I’m not
Can’t he see I’m screaming in silence?
Understanding and trust, he sings all the time. What about love?
Chuck: The yells are undertone….
What about love?
What about feeling ?
How I once thought I’d be happy ever after? What about now, this feelings, like broken glasses over the place
…. Would I trust to hold on some more? Should I just sit and stare until she gives up on my brokenness ?
It breaks my heart she thinks I’m happy…
It hurts me more to think she thinks I can’t hear screams in silence…
Junne: Can’t you see how much I want to feel it? To feel that you love me just like I do you?
Can’t you see my dreams of you and I are shattered beyond redemption. What about the time I thought our love was strong and our future brighter than the sun.
Now, the clouds are all I see, even in the cloudiness, I search relentlessly for you but you can see me and you don’t reach out.
Chuck: Just when I thought clarity was nigh, just when I thought I found someone who needed me for who I am, a broken mess to be seen beautifully… just when I thought you’d given up before the break of dawn… you zoned me… you marked me as your conquest… I see nothing but darkness… how am I supposed to love you when the me I know I no longer know… how am I supposed to understand your feelings and wants?
… when you made me feel like an un lovable mess… just how am I supposed to move on..
….from this signals that keeps spinning…
Junne: Come just a little closer and I’ll tell you, how fiery I want this to be,
…so the sun will hide when she sees how brightly we burn for each other.
I did not ask you to be perfect…
I want you just as you are, broken and all. All i ask is you just hold my hand, show me you want me, just as I want you. Is that too much?
To ask to be loved by the one person my heart beats for?
Chuck: …Is that too little to ask of a broken man?
Would holding my hand make you feel whole… would the moon come closer to our window while I make you scream my name from low to high pitches..
this is real, this is now…
For I am lost in myself and,
I hope I find me before you do for I am terrified of what you may do to the rest of this pieces…
… hence in peace or pieces I run…. for I do not understand why we could never understand one another
Junne: And my heart bleeds as he walks away, trampling on the pieces of me and letting him get away. Alas, it maybe for the better,
…loving a broken man was a path I chose.
I am no longer whole,
for he took the very piece that could have held us together.
With my back turned to him, I am now a broken woman.
