Somewhere back then,
when we were young and innocent
you came along,
always accompanying yourself with a smile.
we had the laughs and those grins,
those jokes and those thoughts
slowly growing into men and women
without even knowing it.
and now that we are grown,
you come along with some sort of
manly glow to you.
like you could be the one
my family loves to meet
and slowly make your place
into my life.
too bad I made a wrong turn in life
and instead of that beginning of a happy ending
I sit here living this mistake of a life
that I have turned it into.
no longer that young, innocent girl
to walk through the park with
or share your hopes and dreams with.
I crush hopes and dreams
and keeping a conversation with you
short is what I have to do,
so that I don't begin my process
of destroying you too.
can't get close to you because you deserve better,
not someone like me
who runs around
in circles,
always unsure of what to do with their life.
you were something that coulda happened,
and I could still see that flame in you,
somewhere.
but it aint gonna happen.
I won't let it happen.
cut the convo short
and let you make your exit,
watching you walk away
with your hands in your pockets
out that doorway.
can't let you in,
but I don't exactly want you to leave either.
I look in your direction,
your back turning away from me,
and I smile.
