You're making it easy. You're making it easy to forget you. I don't remember the exact way you smelled or how it felt to wake up to you. I can't quite recall that feeling I got with you. I haven't felt it here, I haven't, but I'm forgetting. That feeling? I will not associate with only you much longer. I will move on.
And do you blame me? You don't talk to me. In your eyes, this never had a chance, did it? Did it? Just tell me the truth. Tell me the truth. That this pining, that these sporadic late night phone calls, it's all been in vain, because you never thought it could work. And that's fine. It's just fine. But please let me know. Please don't make me think you would choose me. Choose me over your addictions. Choose me over the here and now.
I made a choice. I moved away. I still wanted you. I still want you.
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