Thursday, November 13, 2008
♥ 11:00 PM
If I didn't care about you so much, I wouldn't feel this way.
I feel like now there's someone right smack in the middle between us,
and this person isn't someone I even know.
I feel exactly like a beggar trying to get some scrap of your leftover attention,
I worry about you, how could I not.
I'm not sure if I regret getting myself in so deep,
but I know that I definitely wouldn't be able to leave this rut now.
I wish I could get out of this rut with you,
but everything's changing, and I'm still left back in time,
stuck behind, unable to move forward.
You've changed in ways I wouldn't dare even try to fathom,
when I look back to the times we shared, the times we actually had our heart to heart talks,
I can't help but develop a sense of nostalgia for the way you were.
The way you cared about me, and sincerely wanted the best for me.
Now when I look into your eyes, I'm wondering if you really mean it,
or if you're just trying to placate me, to get on with whatever you have to do.
I hardly even know anything about you;
I'm just someone you offload on when you're upset or when there's something big/exciting to talk about,
we've drifted too far apart to be on the same wavelength.
Or maybe we were never on the same wavelength, and everything was just my wishful thinking.
'Cause I really do think everything we have/had was all in name,
and we never really had anything substantial to hold on to.
If we could move on, I would certainly try to.
I've no idea what I'm looking to, or what I'm even trying to say,
but I guess I just miss you.
