I did it again,
I gave it away,
My heart,
My love,
And by three small words,
I condemned myself to regret.
Why do I always do this?
Feel like I may win,
For once,
Only to fall flat on my face.
He said it back,
He loved me too,
And what did that get me?
Only to be told my dreams weren't good enough for him,
They didn't fit,
In with the way he wanted,
His life to be.
Once again,
Not good enough,
Because I had the nerve,
To dream.
Not even given a chance,
Forgotten by a life I once lived,
And left waiting in vain for a life to live again,
And someone to love me truly.
My dreams are mine,
And I am not going to give them up,
And if you love me,
As you said you did,
You would have at least given me a chance.
Maybe my dreams are not yours,
But yours are not mine either.
Nor will they ever be,
But who am I,
To tell anyone,
Especially one I love,
That their dreams are not good enough,
And to just walk away.
Love for me is a give and take situation,
I give my heart,
And they take it,
And run.
I think the final piece has been rended from myself,
And I'll never get it back.
Thank you,
For finally showing me,
That it's not worth it.
I'll stay here,
With my dreams,
For they are all I have left,
Waiting in vain,
For someone to love me.
~Justin Palermo~
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