You had me.
You had me at the tip of your finger, and the grasp of your hand.
You had me when you held me close to your heart for the first time.
But I didn’t say it then because I knew we had just met. I couldn’t have said anything because, well, it was too early.
But few months later here we are..here I am..cuddled up in this bed, holding my pillow asking myself why I’m letting myself cry over a guy who had me yet I didn’t have him.
Over a guy who had his cake and ate it too. Yet I had nothing.
See, it’s hard for me to believe when you say “I care for you”, because of all the actions you never did do.
Yet you blamed it on me, because I was caught up in my own fears and problems. That you couldn’t fully love me, but how was I able to feel that for you?
See, I was falling all over you. You put me on cloud 9 until I saw you last where you ripped me down and hit me back into reality. When I realized I was never yours and you were never mine. Yet I’m sure you showed those other females a good damn time.
And I can never take back those memories, to make sure you never came down to see me for that very first time.
Instead I just have all these memories of us that spiral me down into my own deep pity.
But I look forward to the day where I won’t even care if you pass by me. Which is when I can finally say, game over, I’m through, and I will no longer let you run me over with your mind games and your sweet conniving words.
And I want you to know, I really hope that day comes soon.
The Girl Who You Missed Out On