I can see it coming
from what feels like a lifetime away
and yet I still know it’s gonna hurt
worse than almost anything
the inevitability won’t lessen the impact
when she pulls the rug out from under me
There will come a time
when she’s ready
and finds someone better
more interesting
more deserving than me
and I’ll be pushed aside
and it’ll likely kill me
but what can I do
especially knowing she deserves
whatever shred of happiness
she can find in this world
and if I can’t deliver that
what am I even doing here?
She crosses my mind
at least every single day
but I doubt I’m more
than a fleeting thought for her
because why would I be?
I’m the broken one,
the obsessive one,
the one better left behind
before I say or do something stupid
and ruin it all
So I’ll sit here, waiting,
catching whatever scraps I can
expecting the worst
knowing it’s coming
too paralyzed with fear
of losing out on something
to make any move at all