Hope(less)
There’s so much hope when you meet someone new, you’re almost blinded by it.
It’s been a while since I wrote this. So here goes:
There's my heart that's hurting while looking for you
You're gone and, maybe, you'll also find someone new
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Someone better, someone whole, who'll not make you second guess
The thought makes me sad, makes me feel small, so less
I wonder how you spend your days now
Now that you've found that distance somehow
It's as if you were craving it without letting me know
Even though you told me that your past you would outgrow
It latched me on to you faster than a nosedive
It makes me feel alone, sometimes I don't even feel alive
I wish I had listened to myself when I had the chance
Instead of enjoying the prance, the song and dance
I wish I had never had the chance-to know you
Instead, now, happy memories of us seem but a few
While I oscillate between liking and disliking you in my thoughts
I think of the times we enjoyed each other's company a lot
I think of the time you talked at the theatre about an 'us'
But, now, I'm complelled to think you were pretending, just.
I can't even dislike you fully for the way things have become now
You're on my mind but I want you out somehow
Why is it that I have to deal with this pain alone?
Would it be so bad to call me by picking up the phone?
When things go south I never like to question why?
Because it's not easy to face rejection, worse still for me to cry.
