I still pray for you sometimes when my mind wanders to loneliness and I think of you.
I hope that your life is going well and that you are happy.
I pray that you find someone that can love you the way you wouldn't let me.
I hope you still think of me when your mind wanders to loneliness and asks what if.
I pray that though you excommunicated me, you never forget.
I hope that your hands are still soft from gentle use, uncalloused by hard realities.
I pray that I can find another that looks at me the way you did before you kissed me because I'm tired of being disappointed that the kiss has ended and I'm not just coming up for air.
I hope that you've stopped being a trigger happy Sphinx wrapped in a labyrinth of rubix cube chainmail shooting wildly at your past hoping to fend of the hurt a little longer. I tried to get close to you and you fired at me..
I pray that you chose to dismiss my affections because you knew you weren't ready to reciprocate them, because you were choosing not to hurt me more. I'm not sure how I would have taken the alternative that I just wasn't good enough.
I hope that one day we recognize each other on the street in passing and smile.
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