It's funny, the kind of desperation love creates.
Funny, and sad.
My greatest fear in the entire world is that I am going to waste a lifetime waiting for you,
Just to hear: "I'm sorry."
I don't know what's worse.
Not knowing why you left me.
Or you not knowing why you left me.
When you hear the words: "You did nothing wrong."
You're only left to think: "Than why don't you love me?"
I don't want to wait for you, and I'm not.
But I'm indirectly comparing you to everyone that passes by.
I don't want to be the person who sits at your wedding wanting to scream: "I object."
Being the martyr and watching someone live the life you wanted isn't romantic.
I still get butterflies when you're around.
My stomach flips when you smile and no matter how hard I try,
I really can't bring myself to hate you.
Do you know this is a year now?
I think I'm due to be through with you.
Even if you figured it out,
I don't think I could take you back.
But I remember what it was like,
To be the only thing that mattered.
And I'm not bitter anymore.
Not at you.
I just hope I don't let myself disappear.
It's funny,
The kind of desperation love creates.
Funny, and sad.
But with the potential to be totally worth it.
[Tell me it's worth it.]
Friday, December 19, 2008
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