I think it's time to move on.
There are so many beautiful memories
That you don't even remember.
So many times we've talked
But we never connected.
I was naive enough not to notice
That you never really cared.
I thought we had something.
But you aren't really here.
Us together was all in my head.
A very big game of make believe.
It was fun.
We were a cute couple.
But it's not you.
I don't know who you really are.
And you don't know me.
So it's time for this to end.
I'll kiss your cheek,
Say goodbye.
Then I'll watch you walk away.
All of this is okay.
Because the you I know is pretend.
Maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll meet the real you someday.
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So yeah. Am I the only one who imagines this stuff? This doesn't mean I don't have a crush on the guy anymore. (Cough cough. Hannah, I know you might be thinking that.) I just need to stop come up with wonderful fairytale stories in my head so I'm not as disappointed with the real world. The idea for this poem-y thing came to me while listening to Suppose by Secondhand Serenade. Above is the acoustic version, which in like better.
Yep. Bye! :D
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Thoughts of a Ham Sandwich
PoesíaA collection of poems. If you're reading for the first time start at the end.