My mind isn't racing,
My thoughts aren't scattered.
The exclamation marks are quieted
With the undercurrent of recognizing
How weird it feels
That it doesn't feel weird....
Replaced by breathing.
This is how you feel
When you know you're
In the presence of something
You're going to learn a lesson from
And you're ready to accept it.
Or that you're over it already.
I've never been loved
The way that I wanted to love you.
I would have done anything to have you.
Even though you rode the wind
And made yourself unobtainable,
I kept chasing after you
Like a dandelion wish.
I guess I should have taken that
As a sign that you weren't meant for me.
But alas,
I was much too busy
using your red flags
As a blindfold to sheild
My eyes from the flashing lights
On the cliff's edge
You kept me hanging from.
But when you're the kind of person
Who doesn't know love
To recognize it
When it's in front of them,
Blinded or not,
Loving them isn't going to be enough.
I know that much,
Now.
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