Him...Not you

When I dream about my future
Like all girls do
And I daydream about my wedding day
Like most girls do
And I envision my knight in shining armor
Like a lot of girls do
I see him on that horse,
Not you.

In the middle of the night
When I crave for someone to talk to...
To keep me company till the sun comes up, talking about nothing…
And I struggle with my white covers,
I imagine that I am getting a whiff of his perfume
And hope that one day his cologne will linger on my pillows
Long after he’s woken up and gone.
Him, not you.

When I am mixed up in a perplexing part of my life
And am touchy and exasperated
He tells me things I may not want to hear
But I listen intently and carefully
Because those words are coming from him.
Him, not you.

He is the only person I know
Who loves me the way he does
And he is the only person in the world
Who can really hurt me.
Him, not you.

And if he leaves
(even though he won’t be the first to leave, and may well not be the last)
I will miss him.I would be lost without him.
But I’ll get over him, like I got over you.
And yet the wound in my heart caused by him will be everlasting.
Him, not you.

I may have been deceptive and misleading.
This may not be the finale you had foreseen.
This may be coming too late.
And it’s my fault.
I know sometimes you may think
That you are on my mind
And perhaps there is room for you
But you overlooked the facts of life: Survival of the fittest
He suits me
I have never left him for anyone
I never will
He is bigger than anything I know
And there is only room for one:
Him, not you.