Un-reciprocated Possibilities

Words dripping from my lips
mid sentence lapse of judgment
makes no sense to let them fall
but I’m feeling empty headed
And I can’t get beyond my own thoughts
and on a better day I would know
it’s not about you at all…
– this is just about me

… now I’m stumbling around
like one of the three blind mice,
and maybe I should be undercover
but I can’t seem to get out of my own way
and you could look right through me
and not have a thing to say
– and it would be alright

Maybe you did not feel the burn the way I did
or the earth move beneath your feet
And it doesn’t really matter
because I can only speculate about you
and only speak honestly for me…

I’m still mesmerized by the glow – basking in the glory
of un-reciprocated possibilities
and everyone has their own version
even though it sounds like the same story
– this is just about me

… now I’m stumbling around
like one of the three blind mice,
and maybe I should be undercover
but I can’t seem to get out of my own way
and you could look right through me
and not have a thing to say
– and it would be alright

© 2015 TrilbyYates

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