I wanted to go to your cabin out in the beauty, where the mood would be all the light I need to see your beautiful eyes.
I wanted photographs that would've shown us.
I wanted to lean on your shoulder and think that everything was okay.
I wanted to hold your face in my hands and think you were more beautiful than I.
I wanted you.
And you weren't "into it."
But that's a lie.
You're just scared.
And I was too.
But you talked me out of it.
Made me feel it instead.
And now all I feel are tears and heartbreak.
Of abandonment and rejection.
On top of the false sense of it being you and not me.
And he said you missed me.
The reality was that I missed.
I missed it all.
Every time.
Third strike's the charm.
J.
