Stuck

I'm stuck

Not because I want to be

For a year and a half now I've been stuck in the same place, the same moments in time

I've tried moving on

But no conversation ignites my mind like the ones we had

No face or smile seem burn as brightly as yours did

Each hand held seems to not be made for mine like yours was

I can replay the night we met,

I was ready to move on from a bad situation

Picking you up, mini-golf, a small diner, Barnes and Noble, fast talking my way past a security guard to get your car back from the lot we left it in, the energy you had, the eyes I could get lost in and yet never feel lost, the question, the answer, the kiss, the ride home feeling the entire time like I wanted to turn the car around and spend not just a night but a week just getting to know you better.

I'm stuck

I don't think I want to be

I think I'm self-sabotaging

You're not a memory now, you're a comparison

And if the person doesn't fit I lose interest

And that's not fair to them

It's not fair to me

So much potential tossed away because I wasn't and probably still am not ready because

I'm stuck