I should have known it was doomed
the night I came home
and all thoughts of you were interrupted
with thoughts of someone else.
I knew it was precarious, then,
that the excitement of this new
was overshadowed with
lingering feelings of the old.
Nothing ever realized, actualized,
but still in the background
all my hopes were given new life,
and you were lost in the undertow.
I wouldn’t have given you up for the tide,
but you cut yourself loose.
And now I’m drifting,
pointing my compass,
following that star
away from here
you never stood a chance.
I’m constantly afraid
I’ll bore you.
I’m afraid I’m a terrible conversationalist and that you’ll find me shallow and vapid. I’m afraid of saying all the wrong things and scaring you away.
It’s so sweet that
you were nervous.
I was too.
I like knowing that, you too, feel
there is something
I feel like it’s time
I’m just biding,
until you turn around and, finally,
figure it all out.
That you don’t really care for me
as you originally thought
Premonitions aren’t always right. But sometimes, your intuition knows more than you do. Listen.