Hey
I'm not sad.
It's just a bit unfortunate to know
That it's true.
That you'll never see me the same way
That I always did see you.
It's kind of rude I know
To impose things on myself
That are
Imaginary,
But maybe all I need
Is for someone to knock me in the head
So I can think straight again.
Why did every little sway,
Little step,
Little swirl of hope,
Have to branch from you?
I couldn't have helped but notice every time you noticed me.
Noticed my features,
Noticed my fears,
Noticed my flaws.
Because all we ever did was notice,
And that was
Okay.
Though I always did wonder:
How do I break free from my doubts
And unbury the treasure I know is hiding there?
Even if I know that some pearls will escape from my grasp,
Becoming too scattered and scratched to pick up and praise.
But well,
Even if I could
I know I would be too much of a coward
To stray from whatever we may have,
To risk more worrisome days
That only seemed to depart by the command of luck.
I mean, look at this.
I can't even admit that I still see you in the very way
I wish
You would return.
