“I Can’t See How I’m Blind?”
I realized too late that to win, you have to lose yourself, and it seems I was missing more than just the tact of the matter. Like a doctor who took too long to prescribe the right medication, I could never find just the right combination of words to say, to my journal or to your face, so I retreated and left you unsure as to what we were.
I guess that makes it my fault, but I could have sworn there was an unfinished story in your eyes, an improvisation of what could have been. I could never speak a word against you, but you lead me on, on to think that we could have filled the holes in our plot, but now I’ve just fallen into one.
I should have known the joke would be on me, even in the concrete whispers of your voice.
When I said I wanted something better,
I didn’t mean you and him together.
-Chewing gum for luck, my bruises are fruition of trust. xx Emmett.