It should stop,
Sooner or later.
The amount of hope there is for it to last,
Is fairly slim.
Of course a large part of me,
Wants to keep holding on to the hope
Even if the odds aren't in our favor.
Screw the odds.
I guess to keep myself sane
I keep repeating that it's worth waiting for,
it's worth the lonely days and nights.
But it's not realistic,
Not anymore.
Everytime I think about it,
I'm stuck at a crossroad.
And everytime I choose one path,
It makes me miserable, and sad.
But everytime I choose the other path,
I end up right where I started.
Looking back at things that were said,
I really wonder if it was all said on impulse.
Especially since things didn't go the way
You planned.
I said I liked leaving stories for people.
Leaving a question.
What if, what could've.
Imperfect strangers, it seems like.
