Whenever I look out the window and see the sky on the verge
of a snowstorm,
I look back to the evening I was headed out and I slowed down my walking
because you messaged me.
The time I saw you after that conversation was the day you broke my heart.
Somehow, a year and a half from now I think of you and hope for another chance.
It is all because I was a nobody at the time and being in love with you would make me a somebody.
I shared too much, I over explained, and I slammed a door in your face.
I apologized, I tried to make up, but I only made it
worse.
I know you don’t want me as anything and I understand,
though I learned that
nobody can make me a somebody.
I will do that on my own,
and I think I did a better job than you
would have done.