I thought I was ready
Ready to keep it all, zip it, and stash it away into the dust.
I thought I would be able
Able to face all distractions, be indifferent, and turn away without a second glance.
Yet, it would not spare me
Spare me of the misery, to open, that callus once more.
Now I am stuck
Stuck over caring about you, wanting you, and needing you.
Because you have given your care, love, and energy to someone else
Someone else before me, whom I am no match for.
All I could do is pray
Pray that you will take a look, at me, once more, and acknowldge my presence.
Then I know, I would be ready
Ready to move on, without, without any regrets.