Holding on to Nothing

A poem, or song of sorts, about believing in the wrong thing or person, for too long - 

 

Holding on to nothing

 

I’ve been holding onto nothing

wasted all these days

believing all your promises

that you never made

 

I’ve been holding onto nothing

ignoring all the signs

it won’t be you and me forever

that picture lost in time

 

I could have started over

I could have seen the truth

I wish someone had told me

but I did deny the proof

 

I’ve been holding onto nothing

in a story I wrote alone

caught up in the moment

when I really should have known

 

I didn’t realise that you’d left

cos you were still around

but miles away in your heart

you weren’t waiting to be found

 

Why did I hand it over ?

so sure, so readily

when a hard-fought thing has more worth

and your heart was not for me

 

I lost you in the dark

not realising that you’d gone

I thought you were beside me

listening to the storm

 

I’ve been singing to the silent stars

telling you how I felt

you’re too busy rearranging

the hand that you’ve been dealt

 

I’ve been holding onto nothing

writing songs you’ll never hear

‘cos you left some time ago

it’s just becoming clear

 

I’ve been holding onto nothing

that I wanted to believe

and this is not the first time

there’s a pattern now I see