Ready For Somebody.

Ready For Somebody.

A Poem by Theresa Lennon
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Rushing into a relationship and realizing you're not over your past love.

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I feel like I�m trapped in a box
There are windows but no rocks.
And I just can�t break the glass
How did I get in this mess?

He looks at me with wide eyes
As I feed him some more lies.
Like I want this and I want you
But all I want is for it to be through.

Why did I think I was ready?
To take on somebody?
It hasn�t been enough time
For me to move on.
I�m sorry I led him on.
I swear I didn�t mean too
But I�m just not ready
To belong to somebody.

I know that he will hate me
His fault for trying to date me.
I know I shouldn�t feel blame
But I still will all the same.

I can�t think of how to say
I�m sorry but I don�t feel that way.
I know it�s too soon to call an end
But I am and I hope we can be friends.

Why did I think I was ready?
To take on somebody?
It hasn�t been enough time
For me to move on
I�m sorry I led him on.
I swear I didn�t mean too
But I�m just not ready
To belong to somebody.

You hold my hand but I�m not there
I�m in the past lost in it somewhere.
You smile at me but I don�t respond
I�m in the past and barely hanging on.

Why did I think I was ready?
To take on somebody?
It hasn�t been enough time
For me to move on
I�m sorry I led him on.
I swear I didn�t mean too
But I�m just not ready
To belong to somebody.

He looks at me with wide eyes
As I feed him some more lies.
Like I want this and I want you
But all I want is for it to be through.

I�m sorry but I�m just not ready
For anybody.

© 2008 Theresa Lennon


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Theresa Lennon
Theresa Lennon

houston, TX



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I'm Seventeen and I've been writing for the greater portion of my life. It's my first passion. As far back as I can remember I would just swing in my backyard and make up songs in my head. more..

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