My Side of the Story Vol. II

321.) You Lost

I was walking down the street, thinking of the potential of being with you. But then I realized that the love that I must have had is no longer true. The butterflies are dead, they were killed in a storm. I've been in the cold so long that I don't remember the feeling of something warm. The warmth of the fire that I've seen alone in my room on the TV. Now I'm getting the hang of all the couples that I see. I know that isn't in the cards for me, the dream that people have about a romantic partner. But it doesn't even matter when no one considers what I have to offer. No one sees what I see, no one sees what I give. But then have the nerve to boss me around and tell me how to live. So when I tell you how I work, but you wouldn't work with me. Then get mad when I'm quiet, you want to get to know me and I tried to help you see. Communication in my way, still trying to remain respectful. But when I come out of pocket and the relationship is no longer beautiful. So as I try to escape, I'm held onto then disrespected. But then get mad when I leave instead of rudely interjected. So when I disappear, as fast as you found me. You lost a good heart that you never got to see.