The Answer

You’re not coming home

Well the place you once called such a thing.

You’ve changed your plans.

For what you say is the betterment of yourself.

But how can I believe that.

When words spoken rebuked such a thing.

Words from your mouth

Saying I was enough for you.

Are you falling for someone else?

Fallen already but not had the heart to say?

You said you’ve forgiven my actions.

That you want to be happy with me.

I feel alone without someone...

But aren’t I someone?

I feel without purpose without you

But what if being with you was my purpose?

Just for that moment.

That beautiful moment.

Beautiful for me anyway

Because you say it was damage...sometimes.

You say I hurt you

And you say I brought you up.

You say I destroyed you

But made you happy.

Which is it?

Didn’t you want this to work?

Didn’t you plan your future with me?

As I did with you?

Pain takes time...

So why won’t you give me that?

I’ve given you the last thing you’ve wanted.

So why can’t I get what WE need?

I remember the bad times.

I remember when your emotions would echo.

Bounce across walls of tears.

Scream in the ears of its cause.

I want to fix it.

I want to be the one who brings you up.

Does that make me crazy?

....Possibly.

I’d like to be your answer.

I looked into my mirror. For you.

For what I considered a reflection of me.

...But my mirror is blank. Nothing.

I compensated for your feelings

Just as you did mine.

When we should’ve compromised for them.

Dealt with them.

It’s hard to admit I made my bed.

And I won’t wish you the best in life.

Because I know the best is coming.

But will the best include me?

Do you want it to?

Do you want what you’ve told me?

But you’ve told me many things.

Contradictions. Hypotheticals. Desires.

Were they real?

Were they just words to make me smile?

Did you feel them?

Did you mean them?

I need your answers.

And I want to be yours.