I could have waited for you; I could've waited years.
But it's hard, you know, to wait on someone who doesn't want you, when you aren't even their first choice.
What's worse is I feel like I'm the convenient hole-filler. (Think less dirty and more emotional.)
Either people were off to college, or it was specifically a mutually-convenient fling, or I was just some girl, or we were just friends, or they were rebounding, or I was the new play thing, or they needed companionship before they joined the military, knowing that it was just a fling, and leading me on, or I wasn't good enough to stay true or to just stay, or I'm just ...at the sidelines.
I'm done waiting. I'm just going to go.
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And then you come back in at the most random of moments, hoping I wouldn't notice you checking me out. You think so little of me and still pop back in to remind me of what I miss.
But then, I miss every good moment, ever in my life, because those are the ones that truly count, that remind us how good being human feels.
Song of the Day: Bedroom Eyes - Crywolf & Ianberg
good night. 249.
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