• Goodbye

    by  • May 14, 2011 • Lost Love, Waxing Poetic • 0 Comments

    My heart dies a little more –
    my stranger standing on a distant shore.
    He was never really mine,
    but how he made the tough days seem fine.
    I don’t think he’ll wave if I wave.
    I don’t think he’ll cave if I cave.
    There is a gap that I can no longer breach –
    no matter how much my heart wants to reach
    to pull him into a hug and sigh.
    I will never forget that look in his eye
    when he said he didn’t want to hurt me;
    it’s the one thing I’ll look back at and see…
    maybe he cared a little bit
    maybe he gave half a shit
    about some stupid, insecure girl
    that still misses him.

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