Am I allowed to feel this way?
Even though expressing feelings openly would mean losing you.
So, all I can do is wait
Until you give me a sign.
The strenuous time it has taken for you to notice
Has been long-since awaited.
Making it harder to think of anything else,
Other than me wanting to hold you,
And tell you it will be all right.
Thinking of making love to you,
Wondering if my face even comes to mind
Hating myself, for every second you aren’t here,
Adds up to minutes we could have spent
Planning our future.
Am I given the satisfaction of knowing I can think without
Wondering who is trying to pry?
Can I actually think of anything else?
Will you respond,
So I can finally prioritize?
Assuring myself you’ll never be fully complete without me,
Laughing at the thought of you crawling back.
All the while, knowing it won’t happen.
I have a problem with wishful thinking,
It gives me hope.
Am I allowed to feel this way?
To believe I deserve a second chance?
Can I go out on a limb,
Making my presence obvious?
Letting you know love won’t fade away,
Because, quite frankly, I am here to stay.
You may think you’ve heard it all, and you may have,
But if it works,
Nothing is wrong with repetition.
I have no problem finding a spot for you in my heart,
You had a rather big one for me,
Until I met Mr. Right, so I thought,
Love with him was like I had to let out all my rage,
And I just screamed and pumped it out until I was calm.
But it was nothing like all the anger I found inside myself
When I found out you left. And it was my fault.
So here is my last and final try,
I have been persistent, and I have given it my all,
Can I have a second chance?
Or did I kill our romance?
Please respond,
So I can feel good about thinking any time soon.
