leaveawhisper
03/27/10, 05:29 PM
You’d drive all night to get to her,
And that drives me insane,
Like the earnest way you say to me
“I really wanna kiss you”
And the way I almost pretend
It’s not just practice
For the next time you’re with her.
Every night at 11:11
I send my thoughts to you,
Wishing you’ll be happy, wishing you’ll let go,
Wishing you were thinking of me
Instead of how she brushes your arm--
An accident, most likely.
I make them, too,
On a larger scale;
It was an accident,
My falling for you.
I used to think like you do, you know?
That people are grander than they are
Giving them credit
Where it’s really not due
And elevating them
Higher than they could ever stand.
I looked up to them, starry-eyed,
With the shine blinding me
To all the reasons why I was wasting my time.
Maybe you’re right though.
Maybe she’s perfect.
But it’s so easy to fool yourself
When you want to believe,
To erase your doubts…
I still have them.
Like this one:
She could do something for you--
But I doubt it.
The way I’ve come to see her,
She’s pretty damn sorry
To give you the signs that she does,
To feed the storm in your heart,
To keep you from the friend who wants you for more
Because you’re altogether too honest
To use me the way I’d like.
I don’t see you with her
Maybe because I don’t want to.
But they don’t see it either.
And I…
I see us
As something unexpected,
Something convenient,
And lasting,
Like our friends who are together now,
Only better.
I see your expressions
And your actions
At the most inopportune times
The ones that always made me label you a dork,
And they get to me now,
Constricting my chest
And stealing the air from my lungs
For a solitary moment
That stretches into eternity.
I see all these things about you in a new light-
A blue light,
From the numbers on my clock.
11:11.
Oh, how I wish I could get to you.
And that drives me insane,
Like the earnest way you say to me
“I really wanna kiss you”
And the way I almost pretend
It’s not just practice
For the next time you’re with her.
Every night at 11:11
I send my thoughts to you,
Wishing you’ll be happy, wishing you’ll let go,
Wishing you were thinking of me
Instead of how she brushes your arm--
An accident, most likely.
I make them, too,
On a larger scale;
It was an accident,
My falling for you.
I used to think like you do, you know?
That people are grander than they are
Giving them credit
Where it’s really not due
And elevating them
Higher than they could ever stand.
I looked up to them, starry-eyed,
With the shine blinding me
To all the reasons why I was wasting my time.
Maybe you’re right though.
Maybe she’s perfect.
But it’s so easy to fool yourself
When you want to believe,
To erase your doubts…
I still have them.
Like this one:
She could do something for you--
But I doubt it.
The way I’ve come to see her,
She’s pretty damn sorry
To give you the signs that she does,
To feed the storm in your heart,
To keep you from the friend who wants you for more
Because you’re altogether too honest
To use me the way I’d like.
I don’t see you with her
Maybe because I don’t want to.
But they don’t see it either.
And I…
I see us
As something unexpected,
Something convenient,
And lasting,
Like our friends who are together now,
Only better.
I see your expressions
And your actions
At the most inopportune times
The ones that always made me label you a dork,
And they get to me now,
Constricting my chest
And stealing the air from my lungs
For a solitary moment
That stretches into eternity.
I see all these things about you in a new light-
A blue light,
From the numbers on my clock.
11:11.
Oh, how I wish I could get to you.