9/19/07
Sitting across the table from you is like a thousand times before,
Never enough cheese on the salad,
Never enough emotion in your eyes.
I guess I keep waiting for things I know you'll never say,
Or waiting for you to admit to things you'll never feel.
I hold back wanting to tell you that you're still "the one"
Not just the one who knows how I take my salad,
Or how the animals should be arranged on my bed -
But the one who knows my heart inside and out
And has this special spot that only I fit in.
The truth is - any person with a reasonable IQ could memorize the components of my ideal salad,
Could figure out how I like my animals arranged,
Or that I like to be carried piggy-back everywhere.
It's not a secret that I like pink things, or hiding glitter in wallets, or buying kitchen accessories as gifts.
What matters is that someone cares to know these things,
While others only care about the "big" things in life,
And all these important little things go unnoticed.
You were always the one to know me inside and out,
and its hard to walk away and fall for someone new who can't catch up to all you know, or fill the shoes you've worn for so many years...
No one really knows I hate your old man hat, or that it drives me crazy that you wear sandals in the snow.
No one knows that you like philosophy - but that you still haven't figured out that the most valuable thing a person can have in life, is love....
So much has changed over the years,
And some boys think I'm more impressed by roses and rings,
But the one that truly knows me knows that I'm more in awe over a book about how to paint cats,
Or Doctor Suess, or a trip to New York to see Lion King and stay in some crazy mirrored hotel room that looks out onto a brick building....
I don't know why I don't allow myself to move on,
When in the shadows is a boy who treats me like a princess and gives me the world just to see me smile,
But my heart lingers on the boy who could never find the words to say,
But whose eyes said all I ever needed to know.
I spent many nights writing poems with tears in my eyes,
Hoping it would all work out, and he would realize how lucky he was to have someone who cared so much -
But it took my half a lifetime to realize that I just wasn't the right "someone"
And nothing I did would ever quite matter enough.
So the glass is half empty, the tears are halfway brimming in my eyes, and you're halfway here - listening to my words, but not really knowing what it is I'm saying.
I know I can't make me you love me
I know that as much as I would give my right arm to, I can't go back to Kirby Park, or Washington Street, or DC, or Bob Evans.
No matter how much I wish, I can't have 20 more seconds in your arms a few years ago, when Florida was just a thought,
and everything else was just "stuff."
All I have now is wishful thinking for something that most likely will never come.
The future can be anything
And I hold too tightly to things that have long gone.
The look in your eyes when I asked you to tell me the truth practically burned a hole in my heart,
But for once I had closure.
I wish I could have stayed in "my spot" for an eternity,
Just to remember one good things about how it used to be.
At the end of the day there was nothing bad - just you and me
Nothing existed outside those walls,
And sometimes, I wish it could still be that way.
But please don't treat me different,
Maybe I shouldn't say any of this,
Maybe I should've long ago.
I just want it off my chest so I can move on
Because the truth is, I love what you and I have right now,
And I wouldnt trade it for any relationship in the world.
You're my soulmate, and I'm not sad for those memories that are vanishing,
Because I'm confident that new ones will come along,
With more smiles and more laughter and more salads and more everything.
(no more cats though, please)
I hope I didn't say anything last night to make you think less of me
And I just want to say thanks, for giving me a few moments of solace
In the one place I could always find comfort.
You'll always have the most special place in my heart.
Don't forget that.
Don't forget me.
Sitting across the table from you is like a thousand times before,
Never enough cheese on the salad,
Never enough emotion in your eyes.
I guess I keep waiting for things I know you'll never say,
Or waiting for you to admit to things you'll never feel.
I hold back wanting to tell you that you're still "the one"
Not just the one who knows how I take my salad,
Or how the animals should be arranged on my bed -
But the one who knows my heart inside and out
And has this special spot that only I fit in.
The truth is - any person with a reasonable IQ could memorize the components of my ideal salad,
Could figure out how I like my animals arranged,
Or that I like to be carried piggy-back everywhere.
It's not a secret that I like pink things, or hiding glitter in wallets, or buying kitchen accessories as gifts.
What matters is that someone cares to know these things,
While others only care about the "big" things in life,
And all these important little things go unnoticed.
You were always the one to know me inside and out,
and its hard to walk away and fall for someone new who can't catch up to all you know, or fill the shoes you've worn for so many years...
No one really knows I hate your old man hat, or that it drives me crazy that you wear sandals in the snow.
No one knows that you like philosophy - but that you still haven't figured out that the most valuable thing a person can have in life, is love....
So much has changed over the years,
And some boys think I'm more impressed by roses and rings,
But the one that truly knows me knows that I'm more in awe over a book about how to paint cats,
Or Doctor Suess, or a trip to New York to see Lion King and stay in some crazy mirrored hotel room that looks out onto a brick building....
I don't know why I don't allow myself to move on,
When in the shadows is a boy who treats me like a princess and gives me the world just to see me smile,
But my heart lingers on the boy who could never find the words to say,
But whose eyes said all I ever needed to know.
I spent many nights writing poems with tears in my eyes,
Hoping it would all work out, and he would realize how lucky he was to have someone who cared so much -
But it took my half a lifetime to realize that I just wasn't the right "someone"
And nothing I did would ever quite matter enough.
So the glass is half empty, the tears are halfway brimming in my eyes, and you're halfway here - listening to my words, but not really knowing what it is I'm saying.
I know I can't make me you love me
I know that as much as I would give my right arm to, I can't go back to Kirby Park, or Washington Street, or DC, or Bob Evans.
No matter how much I wish, I can't have 20 more seconds in your arms a few years ago, when Florida was just a thought,
and everything else was just "stuff."
All I have now is wishful thinking for something that most likely will never come.
The future can be anything
And I hold too tightly to things that have long gone.
The look in your eyes when I asked you to tell me the truth practically burned a hole in my heart,
But for once I had closure.
I wish I could have stayed in "my spot" for an eternity,
Just to remember one good things about how it used to be.
At the end of the day there was nothing bad - just you and me
Nothing existed outside those walls,
And sometimes, I wish it could still be that way.
But please don't treat me different,
Maybe I shouldn't say any of this,
Maybe I should've long ago.
I just want it off my chest so I can move on
Because the truth is, I love what you and I have right now,
And I wouldnt trade it for any relationship in the world.
You're my soulmate, and I'm not sad for those memories that are vanishing,
Because I'm confident that new ones will come along,
With more smiles and more laughter and more salads and more everything.
(no more cats though, please)
I hope I didn't say anything last night to make you think less of me
And I just want to say thanks, for giving me a few moments of solace
In the one place I could always find comfort.
You'll always have the most special place in my heart.
Don't forget that.
Don't forget me.
