Train

Hurt.
I admit it.
I wanted something.
So preoccupied with waiting.
It was suppose to come back.
Not move on into something else.
Misplaced and guided in the wrong direction.

I took my number sat down.
Flicked the card, repeatedly.
Waiting for a you and me.
Settled for a You her and I.
Never wanted to.
I was told to.

You were a mistake I made.
I can't call you a decsion.
Since you appeared.
I accepted you
out of trust.

Never wanted a title.
Just wanted a reality.
But the jealous rage
I produced
made me lose you.

Cried a few tears.
Only because I couldn't deal
with my reality.
Days ago, weeks ago.
I wanted the old back.

As of now I rather miss
my stop on a bus,
the way your lips taste above my gut.
I had enough, of wanting.
Being confused.
Looking like a fool.
Imaging me falling for you.
Going back to the days you were present,
distant from everyone else.

My condolences to the time wasted.
With our confused goodbye.
Can we get a real one.
A true one.
Dragging me on this train.
Let me off.
This is my stop.