
You don’t belong to me,
But I think you know how much you mean to me,
It just gets to me and I’ve got to know,
How much do I mean to you?
This emotion - it seems to not want to go,
I’m hoping it’ll go away but hope is a heartache,
Is it too late for me to figure it out?
Heartbreak’s at its hardest,
Things get in between,
I was hoping we could meet,
But you keep your distance.
I’m stuck,
Stuck on wanting you,
Knowing I’ll never have you,
Thinking of all the things you would make me feel.
If it was love it wouldn’t matter,
I’d have someone to hold.
If it was love It wouldn’t matter -
You don’t belong to me but I can’t let go.
Are you staying?
Are we staying this way?
Nothing anyone says can change this feeling,
I can’t leave - I’m too forgiving.
Seems I’m not enough,
Your face can’t hide it,
It reveals it.
Are you staying?
Heartbreak at its hardest,
You’re gone but these feelings they don’t want to leave,
Don’t you see I’m hurting?
Wide awake while you’re sleeping,
I just need a reason to be so forgiving,
I’ve asked so many times and told you what I’m feeling.
I’m stuck on you and I feel like there’s nothing I can do.
About the Creator
George Griffiths
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Seattle Nightlife Report: Pony
Mid-winter Friday night. Early but already so dark. The days are getting longer but 6 PM is still pitch black. “Firepit!” You declare things after just a few seconds of solemn thought – not a request or suggestion, not a demand. Last week you walked around saying, “Hot tub?” to anyone who would listen. Or one afternoon you pointed at two men holding hands as they crossed 12th Avenue, looked me in the eyes and said, “Boyfriends.”
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet7 days ago in Wander




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