Life is a funny thing.
I've learned
                              that the things that seem so incredibly important
                              Now
                              actually aren't in the future.
they are choices that lead me to now,
where I deal with more and more choices
                              you were one of those choices,
one that I didn't choose.
                              How does that work
                              I couldn't tell you even if I wanted to
                              What I can tell you is that I loved you,
I thought you were it for me
                              I was ready to use my choices to follow you,
to continue to grow
with you
                              Inspired by you.
                              It just wasn't meant to be
I still don't know why
                              but
                              I trust that it was for the best.
                              Now,
I live in a whole new world.
one with stories of grown ups 
that live the lives I never knew existed
                              I'm surrounded by a new language 
that I'm struggling to 
                              learn, all on my own
                              right now with the clouds that 
filter through
my 
mind I know that we are no longer 
                              In the same time frame
maybe we never were 
                              new thoughts, ideas, feelings,
emotions, words, laughter,
people, silence 
                              are yelling for me to realize that
what we had nothing 
                              compared to what awaits me.
                              I could say that I loved you....
                              that's 
what I thought 
                              for
                              such a long time.
                              Now I know that I thought I loved you
but I never
really 
                              did.
                              I'm sorry. 
                                      
                                          
                                   
                                              YOU ARE READING
A Book of Words That Never Seem To Be Enough
PoetryA book filled with words that I thought made sense, but they never seem to be enough. *warning* emotional, messy, raw and full of sadness (sometimes a little happiness here and there) I hope you give my words a chance, maybe they'll be enough for yo...
 
                                               
                                                  