Compatible

Maybe in my final days, I’ll think of you one last time.

My beloved, the love of my life

Who was really never mine.

I chased you until I could no longer keep your pace,

There was no real chance of me winning this race, either way.

I hate who I become when I feel unloved,

All I ever want is to be gentle and sweet, like a dove.

But with softness comes fragility,

And I break so easily.

When I envision us lying in my bed;

My head tucked within your chest,

I wonder what it would be like if I had given you my best,

If you didn’t have walls and I hadn’t pushed away,

Maybe we aren’t compatible - I’d always somehow say.

When really, I only wanted you to tell me that,

You wanted me anyway.

Funny, how feelings get in the way,

Of everything we intend to say.