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Regurgitation

I’d like to end my story
without anyone ever reading it
but I keep sharing
and I can’t stop caring
so I keep on repeating it

  • The Dalema. October 20, 2016

To The Someone I Used To Know

I want to say something
and I probably shouldn’t –
but I’m gonna

One day I woke up
I found myself wanting –
to be someone’s

I wanted to try something
because they told me –
‘you never know’

So I tried my best
I gave my all –
I held hope

I didn’t expect to feel
so much, so soon –
anything for anyone

Yet there I was hoping
he would heal me –
mend my broken

I thought it was something
or should I say –
I was someone’s

He made me trust him
think we were different –
like we belonged

Somehow he made it stop
my fear of heartbreak –
fear of loss

Somehow I found the strength
to be only myself –
because of ‘us’

I’ve wanted to say more
and I probably shouldn’t –
so I don’t

But I found myself praying
I woke up wishing –
there was hope

Although he decided to leave
and I’m still hurting –
I’m not afraid

I found myself missing him
and he should know –
it is ok

I need to say something
I’ve kept a secret –
but I’ll share

I once woke up smiling
thinking he might stop –
thinking of her

I may have some regrets
and I won’t mention –
he should’ve stayed

Of course I’d be lying
if I denied wishing –
somewhere, somehow, someday

I will tell you something
and I probably shouldn’t –
but I’m gonna

Today I woke up thinking
I found myself wanting –
to be someone’s

Someone who could love me
somewhere safe and warm –
sometime very soon

But the somehow was missing
the somewhere was missing –
He. Someone. You.

  • The Dalema. October 31, 2016.

The Space Between

It has nothing to do with you
Everything to do with me
I’m broken and shattered
Yet I ask for the breaking

All my pieces lay strewn about –
Scattered across the floor
Talking to you cuts me
Yet there’s nothing I want more

I can’t say I didn’t try
I don’t think you didn’t care
Too much distance was between us –
I was here, you were there

I want to know what you’re doing
Where you are and who you’re with
I was kidding myself to think
I could easily move on from this.

-The Dalema

The Ding Of Hope

and still
with every text I get
and
every unknown number
I still
feel a glimpse of hope
and
then begin to wonder

if we
could have made it work
or
should have even tried
if I
meant a thing to you
or
ever cross your mind

but I
can’t compete with her
and
I don’t care to try
yet you
put me in your bed
and
let me in your life

just to
say you weren’t ready
and
you should have known better
yet I
wouldn’t take it back
and
hope you wouldn’t either

and still
every unknown number
and
every text I hear
I still
feel a glimpse of hope
and
then hope disappears.

  • The Dalema, 10.27.16

Daydreams And Expectations

I was fooling myself
to think a man like you
would ever want a woman
like me

You have so much to offer
so much to give
and I’m full of weaknesses,
insecurities

Yet here I am hoping
you might come back
with a changed heart –
missing me

Unrealistic expectations
all I had of you
all I had for us –
silly daydreams

  • The Dalema. August 8, 2016

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