The Solution

Last night, we talked
Like any other night.

I asked a question,
Expectations dismissed
Sweep it under the rug.

What you said,
It hurt, but it was truth.
And now, I am afraid
Of hurting you with my hurt.

I asked,
You replied
And now all I want to do is cry.

What did you think of me?
When we first met…

Blinded by Love for another,
You couldn’t even see me.

You loved her
Because you saw
Everyone else in love…
You didn’t see me
In my pain
In my loneliness

I know truth came from your lips
But that doesn’t make it hurt less.

But then I think,
About the time before I told you
What I felt for you…

You were in pain,
You were alone,
You were desperate,
Your own words.

Desperate.

Then my mind slaps me into reality…
Into doubt…

What if I am the solution?
To your desperation…
Do you really love me?
Or am I a way for you to not be alone.

You see everyone around you
In love.
And then tell yourself you’re in Love,
But is it that?

Is It Love?
This pains me to write
I want so much to believe
That you love me
And that I’m not just a solution

The solution to your desperation.