Stood Up

Daylight dreams creeping in
Coming to with a start
I almost saw you sitting beside me
But would you fit in, sham like me?
I finger the cracks run too deep to heal
Disinterest unrest discontent claiming attention
Still the word eludes me
To make myself believe
A loose end always waiting for the other
A blistering hurt needing to be soothed
Ridiculous cantankerous frivolous
Had you known
Would you have made me your own?

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