Looking back, I wish I would’ve just run to you.
I could have moved in when you asked me to.
Maybe right now life would be what I wish it to be.
Maybe right now you would be kissing my face.
Maybe right now you would watch me as I fall asleep in your arms.
Maybe right now you would tell me how you love me, and mean it.
Maybe you wouldn’t be mad at me.
Maybe you would talk to me; maybe you’d answer my plea.
Maybe you wouldn’t think of me the way I know you do now- without love, without compassion; with anger and loss of words.
Maybe you would look at me the way you did the first time you saw me.
Maybe I still love you.
And maybe I’m not over any of it.
I never will be.
I found you thinking you were the one for me.
How could I be so naive?
It’s only 11 pm and I’m already starting to think about too much.