If you had my coordinates,
Would you show up at my door?
Would you long to see me smiling
As we lay upon the floor?
As we make up for lost time
Because our pride had been too strong,
And neither of us could admit
That we had both been proven wrong.
You say you are relieved that I know not where you are,
Thus I would be the one to fight for us regardless of how
far.
But in the end, one eager of two does not a relationship
make.
I keep wanting to give,
But you no longer want to take.
You belong to someone else,
Who is simple, who is plain.
Is it easier to be with her because she does not mirror how
much you have to gain?
I must release the grip I have held onto with so
tight.
For there is nothing left to hold, even though I try with
all my might.
And all the good I painted on you with all my hopeful
fear,
Was nothing more than fleeting colors in the midnight
drear.
For in the end if the colors fade and all we have is
love,
How are you to stand the change if you never rise above?
Your sun did never stretch, nor reach, to claim the sky.
You were too small, too weak, too blind to even ask the
reasons why.
You stayed in your contentment,
Your ease and your regret,
Too cowardly to see my longing face, tearfully stained
and wet.
Yet, I wish to see your face to hold your hand and smile.
My mind knows there's nothing for me, but it will take my
heart awhile.
Awhile for the realization to finally set itself
in,
That you have given up and I was the only one that gave
in,
That you will not fight, nor reach for me once more,
And I will never, ever see you standing, smiling,
reaching for my door.
