Telling Myself
Jacqueline’s Junque
I tell myself it wasnt real,
That it was only some illusion.
A dream perhaps, a fantasy
Maybe even a sorry delusion.
I tell myself I cannot feel
My heart aching in my chest
You tell me, and I try to believe
That being friends is best.
I tell myself I did not get
Shaken down to my very soul;
That I am fine all by myself
I am completely whole.
I tell myself it was silly, simple
And can be easily dismissed;
It wasnt special, it didnt matter
Each moment wont be missed.
I tell myself it never was,
And never again will be.
That my life is better now
My heart needed to be free.
I tell myself be patient,
Other happiness I will find;
Other things to fill my heart,
You wont always be on my mind.
I tell myself this in the morning
And late into the darkened night;
Then I look inside my aching heart
Wondering if I will ever be right.
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