I wish we had left it where it started--
I would be the one who got away,
and you would be a pleasant memory.
No one is too "busy" to talk to you
when they are legitimately interested.
If they're saying they have no time,
they are already gone.
all you want is someone to look at you
and, out of the blue, say
"You look beautiful."
Sometimes, to heal,
you need to retreat into a safety shell
and let the world pass you by for a while.
But other times,
you need to put on your armor,
rally your fellow warriors,
and go out and face
the new day.
At first I starved my stomach
of the sustenance
that my heart wasn't getting.
But when that didn't work
I tried to fill it up
with anything I could find.
And still the emptiness lingered,
a gnawing in my chest,
And I realized that--
empty or full--
you can't reach the hole in your heart
by going through your stomach.
The problem was
you were an old soul
new to this earth,
and I have been here for centuries.
I know the game
and I've played it well.
I just hoped you would be the one
to make me surrender.
And I can never go back to that place again,
for even the memory of it
has my stomach clenching,
a tingling feeling at the back of my neck,
my heart picking up speed to match my
and the cold, bitter feeling of dread
seeping into my every molecule.
Sometimes, ya just gotta let the emotions out.