Unraveled

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Maybe I'm mistaken.
Maybe the fact you would've chosen
me had you been completely free
wasn't fact at all - just presumption:
me being excessively stubborn,
even though it's been clearly said
in not-so-bold letters and symbols,
                 words and sentences,
that I just have no chance... right now.
And that one-two punch of "right now"
                 drives me up the wall so hard
that people have resorted to calling my car
                                     "Spiderman".
The unfortunate truth being
that I'm not so amazing,
in comparison to others... maybe.
I was so sure what to do
had you plainly said "no".
I was definitely sure what to do
                 a couple steps in,
had you said "yes".
But the reality is not like that.
We don't have a clear line
for what to do at this point.
             Or rather, I don't.
You said you were confused
but after all that's been confessed,
I came out confused in the end.
(ADDENDUM: I'm not so confused
or unclear at this point anymore.
But let's not stop a good thing.)
                           
                             So what's next?
Maybe I'll pull back a bit
so I can get my bearings -
'cause God knows I can't fall
for you like this, the way it is.
Maybe I'll just be another nice guy
                            in a sea of nice guys
                                     who have vied for your attention
- and maybe I'll be ok with that.
Or maybe I will just forget
                                                            this ever happened,
                  as I pack my bags,
lug them to the airport,
                         and step into the plane
to a future where you and me
                               isn't reality,
just a few months from now.
But maybe I'll step into that same plane
            and find in God's time
what could be yours and mine:
                                                                             us.
                            For now, it's all just maybe.
And "maybe", right now, is a good thing.
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Sometimes - ok, most every time, my best poetry stems from passionate feeling.

Cheers!

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