14 of 100: Another free write.
Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush, originally released in 1985, became popular again after being used in a pivotal moment in Stranger Things in 2022. I remember hearing it then, and yes, I’d listen to it on repeat like everyone else, but I didn’t relate to the lyrics. Back then, it was just a beautiful song. Now, I'm sitting here listening to it again and it feels like a confession I could have written myself. Now, it hits me like a wave I can’t swim against.
It’s you and me.
And if I could… I’d make a deal with God to swap our places. If I only could, I’d let you carry what I’ve been trying to say, what I’ve been holding on to. You’d see it from where I stand. You’d feel the ache and the fragility under my skin. You’d understand, because I know you don’t want to hurt me, not really.
But see how deep that bullet lies? How much damage we cause, even when we never meant to? How easy it is to tear each other apart with words that cut sharper than we realize?
There’s thunder in our hearts, and sometimes it feels like that storm has nowhere to go but at each other. Why do we hold the most fury for the ones we love? Why does love, the one thing meant to heal, so often split open our tender places instead?
Tell me, we both matter… don’t we?
I want to believe that. I want to believe this isn’t just me shouting into the void while you fortify your side of the argument. I want to believe you care more about us than about being right. But in this moment, I don’t feel heard. I don’t feel seen. It feels like I’m reaching out my hands and you’re pulling yours away, choosing distance over connection.
I wish we could swap places, because maybe then you’d feel what it’s like to speak from the center of your heart only to watch the words fall flat. Maybe then you’d understand that what I need isn’t victory in an argument, but closeness. That I’m not asking for you to surrender, only to soften. That I’m not trying to win; I’m trying to hold on.
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