I had thought he'd always be there.
But clearly that was foolish.
To assume such a thing,
Was childish.
I took him for granted.
Every smile he gave,
Every laugh he laughed.
And every word he spoke.
Nothing but kindness.
And yet,
I'm the one pushing him away.
He shyly offers his heart.
And I refuse it with unintentionaly harsh words.
Why?
Why when I want nothing more than to be around him;
Would I be so stupid as to refuse his heart and trample it at that?
I took for granted he'd always be there.
And now he is not.
But every time he comes around,
I freeze.
I can't say anything.
I can't get my thoughts straight.
What I want to say is not what I hear.
What I say is not at all what I mean.
And true as that may be;
It cannot change how what I said sounded,
Not to him.