I’ve never had a way with words,
I’ve always let my actions speak for me.
I’ve also never been the type to let people in easily,
I’m not saying I let you in easily. It has been a constant struggle. I battled with myself and then it hit me. I just let you have it. It slowly creeped in.
You still do. You still have it.
I always wanted to feel this way. Always. It’s a beautiful feeling. Everything seems perfect. When you’re around, I can’t help but feel alive and happy. You add to my wholeness.
But what never occurred to me is that when I was handing it over,
You weren’t giving anything back. Or maybe you were. I guess I’ll never know.
I guess this is the problem. And now here I am, asking for it back. Please return to sender. Because now it just hurts.
I didn’t even realize it. Now here I am writing it, pleading for mercy.
Maybe you had intentions in the beginning, or maybe I had it all wrong. There’s never really a right or wrong, is there? I guess my timing was off, perhaps I fooled myself into believing it could be real.
I could go over this, all day. Spin the ideas, the what-ifs, but at the end of the day, you still have all of my love.
And even if I made it clear or obvious, it may have not been to you at all.