Stephanie Rossiter
Untitled: I didn’t have purpose…
I didn’t have purpose.
I was all alone
and empty inside.
A void needing filled,
and then I met you.
At first I was quiet.
I didn’t want to mess up
and say the wrong thing,
because talking to you
was what I needed.
You listened,
no judgment,
you just cared.
About me
and about how I felt.
We talked more and more,
became comfortable.
That’s when it happened.
I realized that I
Was falling for you.
But our time was kept short.
Reality set in.
We went our separate ways.
I took it harder than
most of my past goodbyes.
Because you understood me,
I didn’t have to explain it.
I told you I wished that I
had done something different.
You said I did what was best.
You encouraged me.
Gave me confidence
and motivation.
That’s what I needed,
and you knew all along.
I tried to let go,
didn’t want to be clingy.
I stopped texting first,
instead letting you,
except that you stopped.
So I carried on
and hid all my doubts.
Slapped on a smile and
kept going on with
my life as normal.
My hope had died down.
I had given up.
And then it happened
and my phone went off.
Your text: “I miss you.”
The feelings came back.
I felt whole again.
Someone to vent to,
and I realized
how much I missed you.
I wanted you so much
to be selfish with you,
to have you be mine,
talking for hours,
to tell you I love you too.
But I distance myself,
let what we have fade,
because I am leaving
and it hurts too much
knowing you waited too late.