Six loveing letters
Why can I not help but love them
I have three, but the six come back stronger then ever
I still feel like I know them
I still can look at the pictures and smile
I still smile at his voice
It's weird to think about the love I left behing
The love I was forced to get over
I built a bridge
Thinking that I wouldn't have to cross it again
I abandoned it
I remember when he caved in
Left his scars
I remember the times we had the year before
Thinking about how we are getting along this year
The six letters gave me a choice
Whether to let him go
Or let him stay
I gave in and couldn't let him slip away
Nothing he says is out of line
It's just like old times
Laughing, and singing like nothings new
He admitted to the want to kiss me
How am I supposed to just ignore that?
I have the three, yes
But who came first?
Who already had a shot?
Who do I love more?
That last one is impossible to answer.
There's no contest.
I love each differently
But, I wouldn't be able to choose.
The three are in my heart
The three words come with each parting and each kiss
I admit, I feel the same towards the six I felt the year before
I thought I had let them go, but I just can't
Before parting with the four letters, I thought of the six
The night before the final good bye
I thought of him, wondering if I was even over him
It's obvious that I'm not
They haven't changed one bit
The four letters are long gone
Refusing to even look at me
But the six came back just as strong as before
The songs he sings give me chills
The things he says makes me smile
There's no denying it.
But the questions come up in my head again
Why me?
What does he see?
I'm nothing special
I'm nothing new
He could get any girl he wants
Yet, he chooses me
Why? I ask him sometimes
But I feel like I'm asking a stupid question.
What does he see in me that I can't see in myself?
My music is okay, nothing that stands out
My words are full of love and hate
My voice is nothing abnormal
My smile is nothing fancy
My actions are nothing new.
So what is it that he sees?
I know what the three see in me
I know what I see in the three
But, what about both of them makes them so...
Perfect? I guess that's a bad word to use
Lovable? Thats better.
I love everyone who I have ever dated
I can't help that.
But something is different about the six
The three is close to me.
But, what would happen if I did have him anymore?
Would the six help me through the night?
Would the six be there to catch me when I fell?
I trust the six, more then I should.
I can't help that.
I care about the six
I can't help that either
I love the six
But in what way?
The questions come back one by one
Will the long list ever end?
I wonder
But I don't want to find out
YOU ARE READING
Do you even know?
PoezieDoes anyone know the feeling that no one knows you? That you always put on such a good act that people can never tell if you are okay or not?