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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