One day. One day, I tell myself you could possibly love me.
Love me the way that I have always loved you.
I repeat the phrase over in my head,
Turning it over in my mind
Like a stone before its skipped across a lake.
But I don’t throw the stone,
I hold onto the idea of us.
As if it could be,
As if it was meant to be.
But it’s not.
You make explosions in my heart
You are the depth charges in my sea.
But I can’t make ripples on your lake
Maybe it’s because I am still holding onto that stone
But I am not brave enough to find out.