You are not The One.
At least the current you isn't.
That much I know now.
That this feelings I have are lingering feelings of acceptance,
From the years long of wasteful denial.
I cannot see the future with you in it anymore
No matter how I try to envision it.
My heart has wavered not once, not ten times,
A hundred times.
And each time I tried to deny it at least a thousand times.
You push me ten times farther
each time I move half a step closer.
It is exhausting. I am already tired.
If you cannot see through me,
There is no way to know my heart.
My heart does not speak.
I cannot remember the day I stopped dreaming about you.
Or at least force myself into believing it's you I'm dreaming of.
I just wished you have walked away,
When you don't have any intentions of keeping up anyway.
Please know, through the years of coming to terms with the closure,
I have never stopped trying to chop wood to throw into the fire
To try and keep my feelings burning.
But nature has it's way of keeping the trees alive.
Rain came. And so is this reality,
That this woman has stopped loving you.
There are dreams that tries to give us answers about questions that were never responded to in the past. Not that it still matters now, sometimes, shedding light to things that are already forgotten gives us valuable insights about what to watch out for in the future.