Someone Special

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from: her

I guess that's the flaw of always being loved
And never giving it back half of what you had
You tend to take a lot of hearts for granted
Because you know, somewhere, you'll always be wanted

I guess it became a hobby, an unconscious flaw
I never took the time to think and just pause
I knew deep down one day it'll all come crashing down
And when it hits, it'll hit hard and I know I'll drown

But boy when you first started I gave you signs to run
Because I know you aren't whole and this won't be fun
But you were always persistent, were you?
And you'd end up biting more than you can chew

I knew someday someone's gonna thaw the ice
And I told myself, no, you would never suffice
Because who were you really?what were we?
Yet somehow some parts don't seem to agree

But boy I was one hell of a disastrous hurricane
How come you're still standing in my appalling rain?
I kind of guessed you were a strange sort of insane
And darling it started giving in but I had to restrain

Because if I give in, then what? maybe I'd crash
And then this place would be full of heaps of ash
So no, it was better to be left stubborn and whole
Be toxic and never ever, tell a single soul

But you had one hell of a steel spine stored
They gave warnings so I chose to ignore
And damn, I never really craved attention
Not till I tasted yours in apprehension

I craved for it all the time but never showed
I want to tell you sorry for being vain and low
But I was also selfish enough to also want you to care
And you did, so much, it wasn't fair

I wrote this to tell you that it isn't for granted
Thank you for all the effort you've put and made
When I forgot to keep my promise and you persisted
I'll never really get over that, I know, I've tried

Thank you for thinking of me even when I'm awful sometimes
Thank you for waiting patiently at dreadful times
Thank you for making me happy, I didn't think it was possible
Thank you for you, running out of rhymes here lol

Really, thank you for everything
I promise I'll stay.

But I still have one more selfish thing to ask.
Stay. Please?
For me.

to:him

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