the you
that was trying to get me
held the door for me
stared at me
and respected me
the you
that had already got me
held my hand
waited for me
and wanted me
the you
that was trying to lose me
forgot what it was like
to want me
and what it was like
to have me
and i realized that
a while ago
but
i will not accept it
because a part of me
still wants the feelings you gave me
from when you got me
and when you were trying
but now
you aren't the same
not at all
and i keep knocking on the door
of the past
i keep looking foward
but you're in front
i keep my head up
but you're not below
you're always in sight
because i make it that way
i want you near me
in my sight
and when you're not
i feel
unwanted
so maybe
the door of the past
isn't behind me for a reason
and maybe the door of the past
is in my view
not just because of me
but because
you want to be there too