There’s nothing left of this road, but I keep going down it. Keep thinking maybe, just maybe, he’ll have an epiphany and see,
Maybe he could want to be with me.
Maybe I was good enough.
But it’s only because I continue in this awful silence and I will never know if the other he was on the other end.
Every day goes by and I feel torn in half by the want of two people who brush me aside as so much dust and it hurts.
And I can’t blame them.
I thought things could be better, I thought someone would see me as I am and love me for it.
Perhaps that was the first mistake. Wanting to find a way, any way.
I burn from the inside, I yearn and I need and I want.
The whirlpool of one sided love.
There is no other who I would choose, but I am trapped in the rebound.
I love you, but it’s not enough, and I know that.
I’m not blind, I know it’s not enough.
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