Maybe It's Better Than

[Onyxaeon]

So, maybe it’s true.
Maybe you do care for me.
Maybe that’s why you left me here, waiting in the silence,
The seams tearing all along my heart,
And that faithful staccato faltering for a breath.
Is it silly of me to say the only chance I have for air
Is when I’m talking about you?
As hard as it is,
I can trace the lines of my memory
Back to the very first day.
Back to every excursion together.
Back to every traded word between us both.
You know, this could have been something.
Maybe it’s true.
Maybe I am better off chained in this rut.
Maybe society is right,
Maybe you were right to leave,
To forget,
And I wasn‘t.
I’m sorry:
I must sound rightly pitiful.
I can’t help it.
Often, I find myself stumbling over the words,
And before I even realize it,
You’re in my thoughts again.
And thoughts pulled you back to me again.
But only for an instant.
Because you decided to figure out the rest of your life,
And I couldn’t be apart of that.
It’s not your fault how things ended,
And I don’t blame you.
Maybe your rejection and its following fate
Is better than ever living a lie.