I want to feel superior
There are so many times now that I do.
But there are these nights
When I think about you
Late late late . . .
I wonder if I let go of my love.
I confess that I always wanted to call you “love”
But something in me told me to hold back.
Were you my love?
Every time I touched you, I felt something lurch inside me;
Your smell was absolutely delicious
And I never wanted you to let go when you held me so gently.
I find it harder to remember your sweet kisses . . .
But I do remember the hurt afterwards.
Mine and yours; we suffered together because we were apart.
Or maybe . . .
I’m just overreacting.
You’re so young, and I was pretty young myself.
Who finds The One at seventeen?
Certainly not me.
But then I’ve got to ask myself if that’s really true
Or if I’m just trying to justify what I am thinking.
I know that now things are different.
And I really am over you.
I’m just having trouble letting go of the idea of you.
It’s an incredible feeling:
That you can’t stop grinning when you’re around that person,
That you can cry because you are so happy.
That someone is going to love you no matter what,
But . . .
The fact that we aren’t really great friends anymore has kind of proven you wrong.
Or rather, it has proven “us” wrong.
Our friendship didn’t last.
Will I?
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