It's not too bad.
---
And you said one thing
before you walked out the door
that will haunt me
for the rest of my life.
I think you knew that it would,
too,
which makes it even worse.
But you turned,
door handle in your grasp,
and said aloud those few words.
"And to think that I loved you."
And left me before I could
say another word.
---
I lie here,
staring at the ceiling,
thinking of all the times
I opted not to say anything.
And say nothing at all.
Because I was afraid.
Afraid of rejection.
Afraid of losing you.
And, lastly,
Afraid of being alone.
---
So why am I here?
Rejected,
without you,
and alone?
Because my fear
kept me from telling you
the only thing I had.
The truth.
Kept me from telling you
that I did love you.
But never had the courage
to find the words to say it.
And now both of us
are regretting everything.
---
But someone came in.
And saved me
before I even had the chance
to start my pity parade.
Someone I wish I could’ve
been closer with.
Because now I feel almost guilty
that they came and saved me,
when I never saved them.
They offered me a hand.
An escape for a moment.
We enjoyed talking for a time,
before I had to go.
Reality was calling.
“You can’t stay happy forever,”
it reminded me.
lult;; ++ Chels!`
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