(I wrote this for a friend who is going through a really hard time, although this isn't my situation I feel like it has almost become mine in some ways... maybe some of you will be able to relate to this poem also)
Can't seem to get through to you...
it's not that I want to leave,
it's that I need to leave...
All this time has gone by,
and still I try...
try to tell myself the better half is coming
that you might change,
learn to love me instead of leave me...
Im putting my photographic memory to the test,
because seeing you,let alone being with you
isn't part of my life anymore
If Im lucky,
I can stand in your shadow
as you turn the other way...
but thats only on a good day
I try to occupy my time
maybe if Im busy,
these days that have become weeks,
wont seem so long...
But everywhere I turn there you are
In my morning cup of coffee,
lunch with friends and even in my bathtub...
your pictures
your name
your letters...
even the smell of you still lingers on my sheets,
so even though Im alone
I still fall asleep with you...
everyone had told me to be strong,
confessions of being there once before,
and I have been...
until I heard your voice on my machine...
somewhere in the scramble,
I heard the words... "I miss you"
So once again I crawled back
(although I never really left...)
but to my dissapointment,
nothing has changed and your still the same
It's not that I want you to leave,
It's that I need you to leave...
Can't seem to get through to you...
it's not that I want to leave,
it's that I need to leave...
All this time has gone by,
and still I try...
try to tell myself the better half is coming
that you might change,
learn to love me instead of leave me...
Im putting my photographic memory to the test,
because seeing you,let alone being with you
isn't part of my life anymore
If Im lucky,
I can stand in your shadow
as you turn the other way...
but thats only on a good day
I try to occupy my time
maybe if Im busy,
these days that have become weeks,
wont seem so long...
But everywhere I turn there you are
In my morning cup of coffee,
lunch with friends and even in my bathtub...
your pictures
your name
your letters...
even the smell of you still lingers on my sheets,
so even though Im alone
I still fall asleep with you...
everyone had told me to be strong,
confessions of being there once before,
and I have been...
until I heard your voice on my machine...
somewhere in the scramble,
I heard the words... "I miss you"
So once again I crawled back
(although I never really left...)
but to my dissapointment,
nothing has changed and your still the same
It's not that I want you to leave,
It's that I need you to leave...
