I feel myself tumbling
In all directions, I am sailing
And I can't seem to keep myself centered in this truth
Taking Chances?
This is not a chance, it is a reality
A reality suffocating with flagrant solitude
A reality that chokes me cold and lonely
When you took everything away
And you did take everything away
The same day you walked away
I chose between the two
I chose and it was you
But then you didn't choose me too
And now I am here without you
Gasping for air, answers and reconciliation
Reaching out to no ones hand with meaningless unreturned anticipation
I find myself staying up days and nights in cycles
Simply so I don't have to close my eyes and see your face dancing behind my eyelids
And I find myself immersed in meaningless tasks to try and forget your smile
Your eyes, Your Words, Your Touch
That perfect touch...
But mostly I find myself wishing
Wishing so very much
That I was good enough for you
Or in the very least, enough.
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