Recycling vintage pieces.
(2008)
Let’s just get to the point.
I tripped then fell for you.
I’m not sure if I should apologize or try to hide.
Hide from you, not from this, because I couldn’t.
I’ve tried.
I’ve tried to throw it away, but it always finds a way
to put you on my mind, and, I’m sorry,
because I think about you all the time.
I’ve tried to convince myself I never wanted this but,
I’ve lied for the sake of you.
If you only knew,
the smile you put on my face and the hours I lie awake
telling myself to let go because I hate that I’m doing this over you
and, you don’t even know.
I’m scared you won’t even care.
I’m scared,
you could never feel the same; that you would walk away. I hope that it’s okay that these butterflies are because of you. This good mood is because of you. I hope you don’t mind my wondering what your hand would feel like in mine, or my 11:11 wishing that I could stop time while I was with you to savor the moments we do have. But, I’m sorry if it’s not okay because my wishes are selfish, anyway, if you never feel the same.
I’ll just try to convince myself I never wanted this. I’ll try.
I’ll convince myself that I don’t need this. I’ll lie.
It’s not going to kill me
as long as you’re happy.
Some how,
I’ll survive.
Still, I’m secretly hoping the happiness you seek
is in me,
because, I can’t help it…..
I fell for you and can’t get back up.
