West

When I looked at you
all I saw was forever,
and all you saw was next week.

In the end though,
it was two years of selling myself short and keeping the peace.



I deserve more

than everything I thought you were
My mistake-

I aimed for what was in reach
Not what I desired.
I told you how much it meant to me
But you didn't want to be reminded.

So now we stand apart,
and for all the empty words
There's finally a glimmer of truth.