Poetry

Shooting Stars and Endless Romantic Dreams

Since I’ve walked away,

I can’t say that it’s been easy.

I can’t say I don’t think of you,

I wish you weren’t so sleazy.

I guess I can admit,

That I miss you now.

And I only wish that one day

You will change somehow.

It just didn’t work out,

And I know it’s for the best.

I just want to get,

Some things off of my chest.

Yes, I still want you.

I think of you every day.

I wish I could do something,

To make myself feel okay.

I wish I never trusted you,

When you said I could tell you anything.

But people make mistakes,

You were one of them it seems.

I wish I didn’t feel,

My stomach flutter when I think of you.

It only gets more real,

One is better than two.

I wish I could just leave you behind,

But this is so convoluted.

I wish I could unravel,

All of the feelings deep-rooted.

I know they’ll go away with time,

The more that I let go.

I just wish that this process,

Wasn’t so agonizing and so slow.

I wish I didn’t adore your glasses,

Or your curly locks of hair.

Or your smile,

That makes my heart jump here and jump there.

I wish you would have felt me,

Felt who I am inside.

But instead I walked away deflated,

Hopeless and denied.

I guess I wish I never knew you,

I know that’s a fucking lie.

I’m glad that I met you,

But the question is why?

I wish you could have touched my soul,

With your bare hands.

I wish you could read this,

And fully understand.

I did want to kiss you,

I did want more.

But every time I tried to talk to you,

I only got ignored.

I wanted to know you,

For who you really are.

But it looks like that won’t happen,

So you’ve been added to the scars…

That reside upon my heart,

Along with the burns.

The torture and the stabbing only seem to take turns.

I wish I wish I wish,

But that is not reality.

That is for shooting stars,

 And endless romantic dreams.