I play it off,
Everytime I caught on to a cue,
of, its me, not you,
I can tell when I am not wanted,
At least in the way I desire to be wanted,
I can tell,
That I am not your chosen spell,
The way you passed me on to other guys,
The way you danced around your words without spilling lies,
I had to convince you of the possiblity,
When it was so easy to see,
There was nothing I could do,
I was the back paged article on the news,
I could tell by you not being forward,
I could tell by all the lines that remained blurred,
I could tell by the pauses behind the affirmations,
And the shakey plans that almost never coordianted,
But when we were together,
We seemed to make sense to each other,
That I saw the tiniest potential of something,
Where you saw a temporary fling,
I know you had the best intentions,
That it had nothing to do with our friendship,
You just lacked interest,
And you confirmed what I knew to be true,
But it still made me sad, hearing it from you,
I didnt want to believe the connection didnt feel the same,
That our lips that locked weren't desired in a similar way,
I didnt want to believe that there was nothing beyond,
Then simple fact, that we got along,
None of this would have changed our outcome,
I dont even feel like I've been dumb,
Because I knew,
I knew, you,
And I could feel the distance in it,
Before you could even find the words that fit,
And though it hurts my pride,
That I was second to your eye,
No tears were cried,
Because at the end of it,
We both benefited,
With and friendship and a fix.
,
About the Creator
Rilee Arey
I am a professional life romantizer, with a heart that feels everything deeply. I am a moment collector through words and the ways around us.

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