I did it again.
I allowed myself to enjoy your company. I allowed you to wrap your arms around me.
I let your lips kiss my forehead. I let your heartbeat race against my body.
Why did you let this happen? Did you not know this effect you had on me?
We were just living in the moment, so why couldn’t those feelings just stay in that moment?
Why did they follow me home?
Now I have to put distance between us, again. Does “again” have to mean “forever” this time?
Fuckin’ A, I hope not.
I’m standing in front of you.
I was hoping that you grew
But that you was nothing but a tall tale.
You would’ve been number three,
But nothing about you grew.
That had me looking at pale.
A smile, a laugh, an unforgotten path.
Images played, again and again.
To remind me or to be taunting?
Is it better to rewind,
Or move forward on a new path that’s been designed?
It’s an endless cycle of self resurrection and self-doubt.
I smile, I laugh, and I focus on this new path.