Of Friends & Not
I remember how easily I told you about how my heart ached for love, for warmth, for an embrace.
How, then, I remember you easily used it against me. Right when I thought you would back me up. Right when I needed you to tell me I’m not wrong. Right when I thought I could count on you.
Right then, you said you couldn’t do it.
Couldn’t do it because you couldn’t believe it. The way I acted. Or rather, in reality, I didn’t act.
I remember how you surprised me. By the way you acted. Or rather, in reality, didn’t act.
I remember not seeing any of the red flags. But later, they were right in front of me all the time.
I remember doing the same thing over and over again. Again, missing out on the red flags. Or rather, in reality, hoping for them to be green.
I remember being lost but unknowingly finding myself. Somewhere, somehow, sometime, stronger than I was.
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