He doesn’t make me feel like I’m flying
He doesn’t leave me breathless, sighing.
He doesn’t make me want to fall into his arms
Doesn’t ring a bell or any alarms.
Because at the end of the day he isn’t you
I don’t feel half as much and nothing true
I don’t want to message him when I’m alone
He doesn’t keep me glued to my phone
He can’t make my heart skip a beat
He doesn’t make me feel complete.
He does talk to me though, all day long
keeps the conversation going strong
He’s nice and kind and deserving of love
But he doesn’t make me feel, as mentioned above.
When he fails, I think of what I had
I know that’s cruel and unfair and just bad.
He never did anything wrong to deserve my pity
But he never makes me think hard about something witty
He doesn’t push conversation about a new tool
He doesn’t ponder why some things are considered cool
I can’t picture us standing in a hallway
endlessly discussing without losing things to say
But he looks me in the eye and knows my name
Somehow in the end, it’s not nearly the same.
He wants to know me, my life, my dreams
But I can’t tell him my heart is pulling at the seams
Where I tied the pieces together to make it whole
This man thinks he can step in and fill a role
That isn’t really over and never really was
Because I never let it, or tried to let it, because
I can’t let go of what I feel is right
And it keeps me tossing and turning at night
To know the man I lost dreams of other souls
To know girls are auditioning for the role
I miss his smile and laugh and charm
I miss holding his hand and pulling his arm.
I know I’m not ready to let go yet
But I feel like the world is saying READY, SET…