You were always quiet
I was always cold
Walking there beside you
Promises were gold
So I moved a little closer
But you took a step away
And the world that was between us has gone away
...oOo... Could have ... oOo...
It would have been so easy to accept what you had to offer. But that was too much for me. Always too fucking much - with all your little smiles and bright green eyes and neverending worry and love and patience and sometimes even quiet understanding.
That made me scream in the private recesses of my mind. I don't deserve you, that much is clear to me, but for some reason you can't get that fact through your pretty little pink head. It sickens me. How can you be so persistent in a thing that simply cannot even begin, let alone last? I never figured you out completely.
Why you love. Why you tend to forgive and forget the people you held dear and close to your fluttering heart. Sometimes like a mother taking care of her children and sometimes a scared lover left alone in the middle of the night with no promise of return. I never decided which one I liked the best.
Too bad.
When I really think about it, when I sit down in that cold and empty room, legs crossed and sins heavy on my back I let my thoughts drift over to you and to what might have been. Because in between then and now, in the little rift of accepting and refusing you again and again I can't help but think..
We could have been mighty good together.