Old Soul.

the sky let out heavy cries

I crave to connect to someone else’s heart strings,

so we can become attached 

to one another. 

I desire to know their mind and

how they became the person 

I’m meeting today.

I want to hear what their genuine laugh sounds like and

I want to be there for them in

good times and

in bad. 

I want to have those 3am conversations

so I can see another side to them

that’s for my ears only. 

I want to go on special adventures with them

so we can look back on those memories

and laugh over inside jokes. 

I want to actually know someone; but

I’m finding most don’t see

what I notice. 

Most don’t seem to want

what I desire. 

They’ll give me these lines they give to every other woman.

They’ll tell me that they think 

I’m smart, interesting, or fun to be around.

They’ll tell me they think I’m beautiful.

They’ll tell me they love my ever changing blue eyes and 

they look into them as if 

they could get lost in my eyes. 

They’ll act as if they’ve never seen blue eyes before; but

their actions speak differently.

They say all of these amazing things; but 

their actions say I’m second place.

And lately I’ve been thinking

I have so much to offer

so why should I accept second place? 

I want to be someone’s first choice;

not second. 

Making myself a priority I’ve learned

I’m not second place material; and

if someone thinks I am

I’ll take steps backward.

So I can search for those who also believe 

noun

·I’m sorry

for the unanswered texts my mind is all over the place

for the ignored calls it’s just too difficult to talk

for the dodged questions things are just beyond recognition

for the cancelled plans I couldn’t bring myself to have fun.

And I’m sorry

for writing all these down instead of telling anyone

for being so hard to reach I know I’m not easy to deal with

for the vague sentences I don’t even understand myself

Crow, crow, the sun’s sinking low as another day comes to an end. Fly home in that sunset, rainbow sky where you’ll rest ‘til a new dawn begins.