Just Maybe

Your chances are running out.

I'm tired of waking up and you not being there.

You are the one making the plans.

You are the one who made promises.

But you break so many.

When you come looking for me,

I won't be here.

Because I have packed my things and left.

I cannot wait for you to figure out what you are doing.

Even though I have told you many times.

You look at me as this one girl you know.

But I am so much more than that.

You just don't see it.

I wish you did.

Because I already see the real you.

You just don't take the time to see the real me.

It is your decision though.

I came here looking for someone who could see me and not just look at me.

You were different.

I knew it.

But I can't sit here forever and just pray that one day you'll look at me the way I look at you.

You make me smile.

A real smile.

Not one that is put on to make others happy.

But now you just disappoint me.

I don't even believe the reasons you give me when you don't show up.

If they are true, that is pretty sad.

Because you do this so often.

So often that I usually know you won't be coming.

The door bell rang this morning...

And my heart raced.

I thought it was you.

Even if I had just woken up and was not ready...

I was hoping it was you.

But it wasn't.

At this point, I don't know what to think of you.

You know how to make me smile.

But you easily know how to make me frown.

Maybe one day you will wake up and remember who I was.

Who I was going to be.

Who I wanted to be with.

Right now though, you only see me as the girl with a dream.