Impossible Dream
What is the weight of my sins/The list of my regrets/ The worth of my heart when my soul is at its best/ I feel compelled to convey that I hurt/ Hurting from the inner pain that once was so pure/ So hellbent on a impossible mission it seems/ Because that fairytale love is so far from existence that its killing my dreams/ Feeling crazy because I’m confused on what was real/ Not knowing if the relationship that I once owned was ever really mines/ Found out that the whole time that I gave everything I had/She was cheating So now all I have is anger,pain, and somewhat regret/ For the impossible dream that seemed so real/ Regret for knowing she wasn’t ready for commitment but too infatuated to be friends so I extend an ultimatum/ And she chose to stay, but a fair chance is what you never gave him/ Pain because I gave her my heart, but she never cared enough to accept it/ And angry bc I found out she cheated and now she’s happy with another guy giving him what I needed/ 2 years I spent my time in love with an impossible dream/ Trying to get her to love me when she never really had interest/ Told me she’s tired of trading happiness for comfort/ So she leaves and gain happiness with someone else/ Love it seems is the impossible dream/ So without permission I switched my attitude/ The once polite dude is now rude/ The scar on my heart has now turned to a whole which is the void that now changed me into a asshole/ So what IF I switched my role in this game that most women play/ Went from a peasant to a knight,pawn to a king/ My opinions,values,and feelings never mattered to her anyway/ So I remain confused as to what was real when I think back/ In the fight for success it seems she always had my back/ So I wish her the worst and hope she one day feels the pain that I feel now/ But, the worst part is/ that I love to see her smile/ and I still her you now/ She gave money when needed,fought when necessary, cooked,cleaned, and sex was a beast/ But now my heart has died and sits at the bottom of the food chain were the maggots feast/ That vision of that fairytale love is now diminished/ Mulishly showing me the truth so now my chase for love is now finished/ But really who could blame me? And honestly I’ve endured so much that why would I even give a fuck what anyone thinks of me/ So I give up on my impossible dream/ No longer seeing a mirage of what it seemed to be
By Stephen Parker -Me
