WAS IT ALL

 

Was It All

I watch you with her, and it’s like swallowing glass—

sharp, silent, slicing me open from the inside.

Maybe it’s time I stopped painting you into my thoughts,

maybe this ache is the universe whispering, Wake up.  

Every fleeting look you tossed my way,

every moment you lingered, like you wanted to stay—

you wore interest like a second skin.

Tell me, was it genuine, or just my mind’s cruel invention?

Was it real, or did I dream it all?  

She’s radiant, and you two shimmer like stars aligned,

guess it’s time I let this foolish hope unravel,

but I can’t shake the thought that we were meant for more.

Have I been sleepwalking through the truth?

Baby, tell me.  

Every glance that brushed my skin,

every time you chose to be near,

you seemed so drawn, so close—

was it sincere, or just my heart’s desperate creation?

Was it real, or did I dream it all?  

I replay our moments like a worn-out film,

each frame flickering with what could’ve been.

Did you feel the spark when our hands grazed,

or was it just static, a trick of the light?  

Every laugh we shared, every secret kept,

did they mean as much to you as they did to me?

Or was I just a shadow passing through your days?

Boy, I need to know—did you ever see us,

or was I chasing echoes in an empty room?  

The nights stretch long, heavy with your absence,

I trace the outlines of words you never said.

Was there a moment you almost reached for me,

or did I build that bridge alone, plank by plank?  

Every pause you left hanging in the air,

every time your eyes met mine and held,

it felt like a promise, fragile but alive—

was it there, or just my soul’s quiet fabrication?

Was it real, or did I dream it all?  

I see you with her, and the world tilts sideways,

a carousel of memories spinning out of reach.

Maybe I’ll never know if we were almost something,

or if I was just a fool, chasing shadows in the dark.  

But every time you smiled my way,

every time you stayed a little too long,

it felt like the start of a story only we could write.

So tell me, was it real, or did I dream it all?

Was it real, or did I dream it all?