I see you on the carousel.
You’re not supposed to be there.
I can’t ask you why you’re there – you tell me I make you anxious.
I was there because you told me to, against all my judgement.
You say I’m too attached. You just want to be friends.
3 months spent, waiting for a sign.
It never did exist, just a waste of time.
One week removed. I see you on the carousel again.
You make up an excuse.
I believe the lie.
Almost one month gone. There you are again.
I couldn’t wait for an explanation you were never going to give.
And so I said goodbye, without a single word.
I know you didn’t care. You were happy to see me go.
Sometime in the future, I’ll see you there again.
You’ll have found another, not that you’d even care.
Always searching for something more, something you’ll never have.
You never could be happy, maybe someday you’ll see that.
When you see me on the carousel, I know you won’t interract.
Maybe, you’ll think of me and ponder in regret.
I gave you everything I had, and would’ve given more.
Did everything you told me to, even when it hurt.
I’ll never be removed from you, some tether from beyond.
Just know that I’ll be there if you ever want me back.
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