Dear You
My dear you...
People say that you’ve matured,
and that’s why you’re different.
I don’t understand what
maturing has to do with selfishness.
I know your heart broke,
but what you never knew
is that I’m still mending mine.
You inspired me
to be bold.
I inspired you
to be true.
But now all we do is scold.
A simple conversation
can’t be carried out,
and this pains me.
You gave up first.
No.
That’s not it.
You realized first;
that we were inevitable.
Yet inevitably, we stopped.
But I’m
Still
Hoping
Stupid me.
I know,
it’s not your fault.
I was pure, and sweet,
but life’s shown me,
that it only you a
misfit.
You taught me to be daring,
and not to apologize
for how I feel,
and what I want.
So,
how do you expect me
to settle for what you’re not.
I loved you.
Maybe I still do.
Maybe that’s why I keep fighting,
and pleading to whoever
is out there listening,
that one day,
you might still listen too.