IF STARS DON'T ALIGN,
IF IT DOESN'T STOP TIME,
IF YOU CAN'T SEE THE SIGN, WAIT FOR
IT. ONE
HUNDRED PERCENT,
WORTH EVERY PENNY SPENT
HE'LL BE THE
ONETHAT,
FINISHES YOUR SENTENCES
I've been down since July
I replay my footsteps
catching my breath
Staring out an open window
I couldn't be sure
I had a feeling so peculiar
That this pain would be forEvermorE
suppressed
confession it wasn't my fault i
wasn't sick enough.
it wasn't my fault i tried to overcome.
it wasn't my fault i couldn't speak your language
fluently.
it wasn't my fault i couldn't express myself to you,
then subsequently everyone else around me.
it won't be my fault when i move away.
it's not my fault i can't trust anyone now.
it's not going to be my fault that this family breaks down
after i take my leave.
i couldn't make it poetic or ornate
i was simply at a loss.
when the words failed me, the image of
staĆczyk came to mind. but alas he was invited to the
party. so it wasn't enough, wasn't the
same. I'm
experiencing a different kind of
pain.
i'll meet him. the soulmate, the better
half. the one i think of when i hear about a new restaurant
opening up. the one i want to sleep next to and wake up to. the
one i'll never get enough of. life partner and secret
keeper. shoulder to lean on, best friend for eternity. i'll
meet him and he'll meet me. i hope we will both get this
sense instantly. a fleeting thought that thereafter leaves us
thinking, there's the person i've been waiting
for.