I’m always wondering,

What it would have been,

If I wasn’t by your side,

In this so cruel state of mind,

Waiting on you like a second hand man,

To gather you and pull out without that pain.

Pain on so many,

You could have prevented,

Or simply just not foreseen,

You never do, afraid of what you’ll see,

Afraid of what you made and never pushing,

Your own way through,

The mistakes I move you through.

I’m always wondering,

What you would have been,

If you weren’t by your self,

In your cruel state of mind

With all but one thing you never had,

It didn’t seem too bad.

The push, pull vacuum of never-ending,

Being pulled on both sides,

Wanting on both sides,

But being on neither or one alone,

When I was forced to choose,

And chose that someone did

I’m not me anymore,

Because you were never your own,

You never tried to reach out and touch,

All that we thought you could reach.

I’m not permitted to see your side,

Or if there is even a side of your own,

For I am on my own now with all your know and why,

Why you could be torn,

By such a small change,

Of that heart that could not be touched.

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