dealing
5:42 p.m. - 2005-04-19
i'm not sure where i went wrong with you
and nothing comes to mind unless i overthink it -
theories useless and invalid
overtaken by emotion
i'd like to know
the real you
but sometimes i wonder if even you know you
i was ready to be there for you
ready and willing
to let you in
and now you act smothered
and, stunned and confused, i shrug
giving you space
as i always have
so i've finally stopped giving you the chance to hurt me
but the old pain lingers
and the love i wanted to give you
collects dust, unused
and here i am, thinking
"i was i was good enough"
maybe it's not a question of where this went wrong
but rather of when, or even if, it could have ever been right