I Wish You would Tell Me

What would you do if you woke up

To find that I was no longer there?

Would you be sad?

Would you even care?

Would you look back at all the times

That you treated me like s**t?

Would you feel any remorse,

Even just the tiniest bit?

Would you even consider

That you could’ve been the reason;

That you were the one

Who brought an end to the season?

Would you even notice

That you no longer hear my voice?

Or would you remain oblivious?

Would that be your choice?

I often wonder if you realise

Just how much I care for you;

If you understand

Just what I’ve been through.

I often ponder on whether

You ever gave a damn about me;

Whether more than part-time lovers

Is what one day we could be.

But I know better

Than to fall in love with you.

I know better,

Yes I do.

But yet I still do it,

I still fall.

I still care for you;

Still give you my all.

Why can I not get you

Out of my damn head?

Why do I still hold onto

All those things you said?

I wish I could hate you

Because I am sick to death

Of wasting my time and energy;

Of wasting my breath.

I wish that you would tell me

That you have someone else in your life.

That way I won’t have to make myself

Suffer through all this strife.

I wish you would say to me

That I never meant a thing;

Wish you would tell me

That I was nothing but a cheap-a*s fling.

Maybe that way

I’d get it through my thick brain

That your feelings for me and mine for you

Are never going to be the same…

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel06March2009

 

Reviews

[Anita B Jacques]

How many of us have said the exact same thing. I have, wishing that he would find somebody else, stop coming home, a poem with so much pain and honesty, why can we just stop caring, stop being an object
and be loved in return, not taken for granted. Thank you my friend for sharing this heartfelt Poem.
Hugs.....Annie