The Lie I Keep Telling Myself
A Poem
A little smile and I start to fall
Try to catch myself
Because I've been here before
You tell me how beautiful I am
And I start to make
More of an effort
.
One date, that's all
Where's the danger to my heart in that?
I notice little differences
You're standing closer
You're more enthusiastic
Could you care, even a little more
Than those who came before?
Was that disappointment I saw
When you thought I might not ride with you?
Was it really about me going
Or did you just not want to be alone?
Truth is, I thought it was me
And I enjoyed the extra time
To talk, just the two of us
.
A little flirting over text
I wonder what's next
Things are kind of crazy
Both of us getting so busy
Between our jobs, school
Hobbies and passions
But we'll see if we can make
Something happen
.
Maybe it wasn't a lie
Maybe you said yes
Just to be nice
I got what you thought I wanted
Your obligation to me fulfilled
Now I'm left here watching you
Watching her
Talking, laughing, joking
While I barely get
A look if I'm lucky
.
I can't help but feel
A little used
A little hurt
A little tired of always
Staring at people's backs
As they walk away
Not knowing if I
Should run or stay
Stay where I am because to me it's clear
You're not really into me the way
I'm into you
.
You said I was beautiful
But am I just not pretty enough?
Did I not talk about myself enough?
Did I talk too much?
Am I bland, uninteresting?
Am I too weird?
Was it my lack of confidence?
Was I too forward?
Am I reading too much into this?
Am I giving you too much credit?
Is it worth it to keep trying?
Is it too early to give up?
.
The ball is in your court
But do you even see it?
Do you even want
To play this game with me?
Don't want to push too much
Don't want to give too little effort
But when is it too much?
When is it not enough?
.
You'd think I'd have a handle on this
Have some kind of of answer
But the truth is
I've been confident before
Only to find
What I had hoped was true
Was just the same lie
I keep telling myself
About the Creator
Stephanie Featherstone
I'm just a woman with thoughts and stories in her head, ready to start making them pay rent. I've had a passion for writing since I was 8 years old, and while I wandered away from it for a time, I'm ready to come back to myself.
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