It’s a time gone by, different me a different you
Not sure what I was hoping for…
They call us dreamers, cause we never see it through
Maybe I was trying to open a door
I used to wonder, if you thought of me
Hoped to one day take your hand
Take you where you wished to be
Make this world our promised land
We were younger then, more foolish too
Tried to treat you like the queen you were
Daydreamed, asked if our love was true
Then our time flew by in a blur
Reminiscing I guess? I know it seems petty, to have something as trivial as some distant heartbreak as a disturbance in one’s life. I need to wake up, can’t let this trouble me anymore. I don’t know what to think though, but I know this state of sometimes caring, sometimes stone cold can’t continue because it’s hurting me way more than it should.
She cut me out of her life so easily, deftly. Capable like that…keen is the best word to describe her. Quick-minded for problem-solving, but also able to navigate people, find people…people more suited to her friendships, her interests.
The problem’s not so small I guess. On one hand I want to cut her out of my life, let these old wounds heal and disappear. But I also want her in my life…maybe not as the person I fell in love with years ago, but as the person I admire and respect.
It’s a limbo…where the mind fights with itself on what it believes, unable to clearly distinguish what it really thinks, feels.
I’ll end here today, enough depressing stuff.
Thank you for reading, and have a great day.