A poem about how we never were but almost became. |
I’ve been fighting myself For two whole years Waiting for you to come back Never expecting it to happen. Not a moment has become blurred, Despite the time since then I never stop thinking about you The broken promises we let happen. You promised you’d be back, you aren’t. You promised you loved me, I don’t know anymore. You promised there would never be another, there has. I promised I’d stay faithful, I didn’t. We both broke promises, that have torn me apart. I didn’t think things would start to go back, so much time has passed Yet here we are again, but different to before. There are no I love you’s, and no you’re amazing’s. Just mocking words meant to burn but loved all the same. I never realised, two years on, That I would still be hanging on To any chance to speak to you. You still make me smile all the same, I never moved on, I watched from afar, Relationship after relationship, something we never had. One week of heaven, we shared. Would we’ve ended the same as the rest? Or would we’ve been the one that lasted. Do you still love me the way I love you? It’s really killing me, not knowing, unable to ask. Could things ever be, between you and me? |