I pass you everyday. Our eyes meet every now and again and we nod our mutually agreeable greeting. Safely.I'd rather sweep you off your feet. Say something. Anything. To you. Take you to the top of my building and show you the stars. Dance in the moonlight. A glass of wine.
Maybe tomorrow.
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This one describes me perfectly. Always the one playing safe. Always the one saying maybe tomorrow, or the day after next, what about next week, next month, next year... and then it just ends up in never...
never say never* ever!
I wrote a poem about this. I said..."I'll see you again someday, I know it in my heart. And if letting you go without saying this now is a mistake, I guess I'll just figure it out when I get there" Well I'm there, and he's gone. He took his own life. And I can't help but cry because I was too afraid of looking like a fool to tell him how much he meant to me.
i'd love that.. <3
But you say nothing because you know you can't. I can see it your eyes. In your quick and glances that take in as much of me as you can. I start to see you in all the places I visit. I might mistake it for fate. Tell me. Tell me why you can't. I wan't to see the words leave your kissably soft lips. I want to see you struggle with whether you should tell the truth or I can just watch you lie.
That bit is the best. Better than the love I will squeeze out of you. I'm only here for the lies. I stay so you don't know and so I don't need to face the masochistic pleasure I take from hurting myself this way.
Maybe this is my way of taking control of the lies of the past. When you've been that powerless, it never goes away. But maybe I'm wrong.
There's no safe way. Tomorrow is a thought... But yes, today and now... it's terrifying.
I passed him by everyday. I love to be around him. I adore him. But I just don't have the courage to tell him what I feels for him.
I was left looking like a fool & still am. Now I wasn't sure if the whole thing was worth it but at least I know I tried.
This is so me a couple of years ago.
"Tomorrow" never came - in a way I'm glad it didn't. There are secrets that need to be kept. I don't think that "you" even remembers me. It was a wonderful time being safe, but I moved on ^^
but what about today?
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