Call me when you let go.
When her name doesn’t echo
at the end of every sentence,
when you stop seeing her face
in everyone else’s silence.

Call me when your heart isn’t
still stitched to hers in secret,
when the past doesn’t pull you
like the tide you keep drowning in.

Call me when “maybe”
doesn’t taste like a lie,
when I’m not your second option
wrapped in a sigh.

Call me when you see me—
just me—not a shadow
you mistake for comfort,
not a bandaid for hollow.
And I’ll still be here.

I’ll wait through every season,
through every almost and maybe—
because you are my reason.
No matter how long it takes,
or how far you roam—
when you’re ready,
this heart will still be home.

I like you.

I liked you when I saw you across the room and you dared to smile at me.
I liked you when you told me your name and I heard your laughter.
I liked you when you told me your favorite color and the sport you played.
I liked you when I gave you a bracelet and you wore it.
I liked you because you were nice to me despite what your friends said.

I liked you because I thought you liked me too.

but when a heart has been broken too many times, it's hard to piece it together again.
  & when words have been said and walls have been put down it’s hard to let them down again
     So I’m the fool once again for thinking you were different.

cause at the end of the day I know you won’t like me back. My heart believes you will but my mind gets wrapped in circles.. “He likes you back!” no he doesn't. “You know he hates you right?” Maybe so. And a toxic trait of mine is I know there's a 50/50 chance it's true or false. Because he can say “you’re cool to talk to”, but on the other hand people can lie. Lies.. thats a hard truth to swallow. And by believing and not believing, I’m scared I’ll end up

                                                                                                                                                   Alone.




But I still... foolishly like you.

The wind whispers, the crows chirp
the branches dance and the river runs.
The sky gimmers, the creatures lurk,
the animals prance, and the silence hums.
While we're asleep, the night comes alive,
only waiting for the day to arrive.
The beauty of the night, so wild and free,
what a beautiful night for it to be.

You walk beside her,
but eventually everything becomes a blur
Because my eyes don't want to see
that that is not me
They say the truth sets you free,
but how can it when the truth is we're not meant to be?
I have to learn that she's your everything,
and you'll never be my anything..