By Tabitha Brook Spivey
Date: 21 October 2000
One Day...
I cared so much for you,
yet you never seemed to care.
I thought of you endless times
as I lied in my bed at night.
Whenever I'd get the nerve,
I'd try to talk to you, yet
somehow you'd never let
more than a murmur come out.
I kept telling myself,
"This is right. He'll come around."
I must have been wrong so many times,
you never came around as I'd so hoped.
Now I sit here hoping and praying,
that someday, I'll be saying,
"I'm over him. He was only a crush."
Maybe then, I will mean it.
Right now, I am not over you,
and I am anxiously awaiting that day.
God, please help me, and please help him.
I know that there will be plenty more
of "him" in my lifetime,
and I am sure that there will be many
more of "me" in his, also.
My only prayer is that he will treat that
next person like me a whole lot better than
he actually treated me.
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