When things change.

Just some ramblings after a break up of sorts.

The first fall from grace didn’t hurt
The second I landed in your arms,
By the third time I was bruised and broken
Another victim of your charm.

I would say that loving you was easy,
That I didn’t feel a thing,
But there’s the bitter pain of insecurity
And envy and loneliness’ sting.

I didn’t mean to fall for you,
Believe me I tried to stop the slide,
But it’s not in my nature to do things the easy way
So I let you inside.

You only wanted me when it suited you
When I pulled away you did too,
It was awkward and stilted and painful
You were too good to be true.

Before this even started
I tried in vain to leave,
To stop the feelings of attachment
Before their braches could weave.

Everyone makes mistakes,
But mine was never you.
Perhaps the way it ended was,
But when we’re through we’re through.

Maybe it was my fault,
Our relationship; the consequence
Of misread signals and warnings
But, in my defence

You never showed you wanted me
You never showed you cared,
Unfortunately I can’t read minds
Even though our feelings were shared.

I wont take all the blame for this
Ending before it began;
All the ifs and buts of your involvement
Surely lent a hand.

If you wanted me you could have asked;
Chances were I would have said yes,
But instead you left me to it;
Left me there to guess.

Well I guess that it’s over now
The friendship, that’s gone too.
Simply because you couldn’t get over yourself
And think of me and you.

We weren’t even close to being
More than just good friends;
What little that we knew of each other
Couldn’t make amends

For the fact that you try to find out about me
Everything was cool and easy
We got on like this was our forever
Until I pulled away.

I didn’t want things to be awkward,
I’ve been here once before,
I explained everything to you
And you just slammed the door.

I guess I had expectations,
Raised high to watch them fall,
I figured that you’d get it,
But you didn’t, after all.

Things are different now
Shallow and cold,
I guess I forgot to remember
Some things were never meant to grow old.

I hate that we’re over
before we even began,
Life is but a game of cards
And I was dealt a rubbish hand.

Maybe when we’re older,
You’ll realise I was the one after all,
Maybe you’ll find me before it’s too late
And this time together we’ll fall.

Until then my friend;
I guess there is one thing left to say,
I hope life is good to you and treats you well
And you’ll come back to me someday.

Author's Note

Again, any concrit is welcomed with open arms :)
xox