Disbelief

You want to know

when I’ll make something of myself.

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You want to know

when I’ll put my dreams away.

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You never ask out loud,

but I hear your unspoken questions.

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They’ve become quite clear.

Demanding to know when I’ll grow up

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Your disappointment is etched there

across your face for all to read;

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an angry announcement

aimed particularly at me.

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You’ve grown to feel

that what you need is all that I’m not

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You’ve grown to feel

you deserve more than what I’ve provided.

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I know that this life, our life,

is not what you had hoped for.

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I’m at a loss, though,

to understand your change of heart

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in anything more than the most general terms,

for we no longer speak

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to each other,

or in the same language.

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You’re fully intent to ground yourself,

clinging for dear life to this earth.

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Me, I’ve always looked to the clouds.

Deep in my soul, I actually thought I could fly.

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I just needed someone to help me get airborne.

I guess we were both wrong.

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You wanted something I couldn’t give.

Turns out you don’t like fairy tales and

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you damn sure don’t like clichés.

You’re tired of missing the things in life that aren’t free.

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All I ever wanted was

for you to believe in me.