All the signs were there for me to read
if I only could’ve cleared my head
of all the fantastic visions
and dreams that took hold
never to let go
I should’ve known the moment
that I opened up too far
and let too much of me spill forth
that she could never hold onto
so much of the truth
of who I am and how I felt
It asked too much of her
to even pretend to care
a fraction of the same amount,
yet I didn’t even have to try to fall
How much of me would I
have had to cast aside
to make myself small enough
to fit inside those hands and heart?
So easy to reflect upon such foolishness,
but it wasn’t so foolish then,
blinded by a connection made real
through nothing but imagination
It crumbled under my weight so soon,
as surely as I should’ve seen.
The impact of that last step hurt,
but not so much as if I’d been given
what I sought only to realize
it wasn’t what I believed.
So here’s to getting up and walking away
from all that I convinced myself
could hold me up,
collapsed beneath the heaviness
of the truth laid bare