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
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
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
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.
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