Pull the covers over my eyes,
enjoy sleeping peacefully.
I mark this awkward stage between
being wanted and wanting...
That I want to just run away without obligation.
Maybe this isn't for me.
Maybe I've been hoping for something that isn't going to come.
I can be happy alone.
I will be happy alone.
-with time.
What's impossible is the explanation.
I had my perfect boy, who opened the doors for me,
loved me more than anything,
my heart was all in.
It's hard to see people loving endlessly,
without the past of being hurt.
Because I am afraid for them, but also don't know
what their outcome may be.
Maybe their fairy-tale was meant to be,
while mine was just a rough draft that the author never had time to finish.
I'm trying to move past this and just live without warning.
Because who am I to tell people's futures.
I'm just a girl. Wanting the life I once had,
with someone I haven't found yet.
Pathetic?
I think so too.
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