• When…

    by  • March 4, 2015 • * Safe for Work *, Miss You • 2 Comments

    Were we really something special, or was I hoping on too much?
    When you said I made your heart skipped a beat, was I just naive?
    When I thought I was falling, was I thinking too much?
    When I told you I trust you, was I telling too much?
    When I let myself fall, was I being too blind?
    When you said it wasn’t about me, why did I believed you?
    When you purposely pushed me away, why did I still wait?
    When you finally said it was me, why did it took so long?
    When I called it off, why didn’t you stay?
    When I sit here alone at 3 in the morning, I wonder if I ever cross your mind.
    When I think about you, I don’t really know what I feel.
    When I decide that I should be mad and upset, I then think I shouldn’t have been so harsh.
    When I opened up my heart to you, I trusted you to not hurt it with your own hands.
    When I look at myself, there’s nothing but disgust.
    When I see these cuts, I know how ugly they are.
    When I think about how much I miss you, I remember that I’m not the one.

    When I think of you, I still have a little hope.

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    2 Responses to When…

    1. A
      March 4, 2015 at 2:21 pm

      Sigh. You sound just like him, but I know it’s just all in my mind. He did make my heart skip a beat and he still does.


    2. note to self?
      March 4, 2015 at 8:49 pm

      These are like my own words! If you need space, just run a quick note: busy, sorry! & i’ll get that without ill will. I’m a li’l slow on this love thing. I haven’t really asked for much if you look at the situation differently 🙂 you are always free and i’m sorry if it feels like i’m trying to own you. If it’s time you need, that’s ok. I don’t mind the wait. How do i know when you’re ready, though…..?



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