-Resque-
Ex-Bluelighter
"I've been coming to some startling conclusions,"
were the last words I ever wrote to you.
I realized that things were over
when you never replied to my message.
(When you stopped caring about the questions I was asking
and the answers I was seeking).
I realized that things were over
when all of my -you've got mails-
were from other people.
I waited for a month before I realized
I hadn't been overlooked- just ignored.
I've become someone astoundingly different
in the time since we last connected:
all at once stronger, and weaker
than I ever thought I could be.
These days, the doors that my keys are opening
are ones that you wouldn't recognize.
There are fifty three shades of orange in my mind
and very little navy blue.
These days, I don't smile unless I mean it.
And while I still spend time wishing I had someone else's life
I've been spending more living my own.
Maybe someday soon, the things I write
will no longer be about you.
Maybe someday soon, there will be no looking back.
I'm still patiently hopeful.
were the last words I ever wrote to you.
I realized that things were over
when you never replied to my message.
(When you stopped caring about the questions I was asking
and the answers I was seeking).
I realized that things were over
when all of my -you've got mails-
were from other people.
I waited for a month before I realized
I hadn't been overlooked- just ignored.
I've become someone astoundingly different
in the time since we last connected:
all at once stronger, and weaker
than I ever thought I could be.
These days, the doors that my keys are opening
are ones that you wouldn't recognize.
There are fifty three shades of orange in my mind
and very little navy blue.
These days, I don't smile unless I mean it.
And while I still spend time wishing I had someone else's life
I've been spending more living my own.
Maybe someday soon, the things I write
will no longer be about you.
Maybe someday soon, there will be no looking back.
I'm still patiently hopeful.
