I was so sure I loved you-
I thought you were for me.
I've written you so many words,
but not one could make you see.
Now I'm second-guessing
the subtle pounding of my heart.
I'm no longer sure it's screaming
that we should never be apart.
You were not meant for me.
I realize this as my pen writes away.
You are not the one for me,
it doesn't matter anyway.
I'll never say that you
were a big waste of all my time,
I just wish it didn't take so long
to see that you could never be mine.
I'll embrace the hudreds of lines
that were only there for you.
Not because you're the one I love,
but because my love was once true.
I don't need you now, I won't need you soon,
and I certainly won't need you later.
I wash my hands of all the splattered ink,
and begin with a new sheet of paper. . .
