I can't remember how I did it the last time
How I told myself it would be ok if you didn't call
- and it was.
How I wouldn't mind if you were with someone else
- and I didn't.
But then you came back.
And now it isn't only your brilliance I have to forget
but your kindness, too.
A kindness you had never shown
and one that I had prayed to know.
You showed me a person I would be proud to call mine
but one who still needs his space
one who still doesn't want me back
one who is too good for all that.
Are you too good for me, now, too?
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 10:06 AM UTC
I can't remember how I did it the last time
How I told myself it would be ok if you didn't call
- and it was.
How I wouldn't mind if you were with someone else
- and I didn't.
But then you came back.
And now it isn't only your brilliance I have to forget
but your kindness, too.
A kindness you had never shown
and one that I had prayed to know.
You showed me a person I would be proud to call mine
but one who still needs his space
one who still doesn't want me back
one who is too good for all that.
Are you too good for me, now, too?
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