But I fell anyways
I don't want someone
who doesn't want me.
I don't want to feel like
every time I open my mouth
I'm imposing, interfering,
and bothering him.
I should fall for someone who
thinks about me in the
spare moments in their day;
who can't help but pause when
they see me walk by;
who sits and thinks of things
they want to tell me,
not ways to avoid me.
But I fell anyways.
And at first the crushing fall
was all adrenaline
and I thought I liked it.
But now it just throbs
and swells until I can't control it.
I fell - and now I want to
get back up, but can't.
Can't Breathe
So this is the end of it, I guess.
I think I always knew it would end
before it ever had a chance to begin
but somehow I still feel empty.
You were never mine
and I knew you never would be.
But everything's deflated
and I can't help but gasp for air.
I didn't think I would feel this way,
realizing that you truly,
actually, don't care and that
you look at someone else.
But you're happy so I guess,
in a way, I'm ok with it.
So if I'm telling myself that,
why is it so hard to swallow?
Foolish girl you enjoyed the fall.
You believed in love and
forgot about its dangers when
you and all your insipid hopes
should have stayed locked up,
contained in your glass prison.
You brought this on yourself for
now you must learn to breathe again.
