The Other Day...
I wanted to call, but didn’t know how to say
What I’m trying to say in my own way.
I tried to figure out this thing.
I thought I could, but apparently I can’t handle this so called “fling”.
Because deep-down I really loved the other day,
When we cuddled and I pretty much let you have your way.
But I wonder if you think I’m easy,
And you’re just using me.
If you are just using me, it’s not going to work,
Because that just proves you really are a jerk.
But that night, all these emotions kept running through my head,
And I couldn’t go to sleep when I tried to go to bed.
All of Saturday, you were on my mind
And I wondered when you left on Friday, if all your feelings stayed behind.
Because you said our “relationship” just wouldn’t work out,
And that sentence is the one that put me into doubt.
When I talked to Sarah, she wanted to know
How far you really wanted to go.
And as I told her I had no clue,
I remembered the kiss on my cheek given by you.
When I went to sleep that night,
I pulled the blanket around me tight.
For all my dreams were about you,
And as deep as that is, it’s actually true.
So, I don’t know what to do with this mess,
And that’s what it is, more or less.
You don’t want a relationship, I do.
Because I think I’ve accidentally fallen for you.
Even though I told myself not to because it wouldn’t last,
And I would only be counted as a part of your past.
A mind can’t tell a stubborn heart what to do,
And my stubborn heart has deliberately chosen you.
So I’m leaving this all up to you,
Wanting to know if we can see this through.
If not, that’s cool I guess,
But again, I’m just left with one huge mess.
Copyright © Brooke Wangenheim | Year Posted 2008
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