I'm so...

I'm so tired of wishing
On countless shooting stars.
Wasting all my 11:11's
To be right where you are.

I'm so done pretending
That's everything's okay.
That I don't care how you feel
Or care what you don't say.

I've tried my very best
To always be there for you.
But it's clear you never cared
Despite the fact I think you do.

You've used me; left me discarded
Leaving me alone to heal.
I'm not coming back
I've lost that drive to feel.

I'll be there for myself
So sit around and play your little game.
I'm going to learn to love
And learn to love where I aim.

A little target practice
Is all I really need.
I thought I had hit a bullseye
But you never took to the lead.

I'm so ready to love
To put my heart out on the line.
I'll let myself be vulnerable
I'll search for all the signs.

So maybe I'll start wishing again
On countless shooting stars.
Giving all my 11:11's
To find that he's never been that far.

Written June 24, 2013
By Elisse Cook