It’s not a process
I’m going through
Letting go of you
It’s more like a quest
To find the will to settle for less
An admission
To myself that I am the less
Isn’t easy to find
I guess

Is it easy to ignore
Or do you almost
Forget
It’s something you don’t want to know
Yet?
Or maybe never
Whatever, whether
I couldn’t have tried any better
Though it was unsuccessful
It was my pleasure

I wish I could know
What you know
Before it becomes what you knew
But wishing is the only thing
A helpless romantic can do

They can’t misquote what I don’t say
But I’m still gonna say it, anyway

I wish you didn’t
Look so beautiful
I wish your eyes didn’t speak to me
I wish the language didn’t
Sing so beautifully
I wish I could hear another’s song
And it sound as so supreme
I wish I could meet you
And you aren’t like you seem
I don’t want to care
I can’t make myself not
But that’s a lie I tell myself
To justify putting real life on the shelf
Sitting far off
Collecting dust
Never ever gets wound up

It ain’t what it used to be
It’s never been what it could
Hinged upon what almost would
It’s still good
Though

Mostly good

You’re probably right
That we’re not “right”
I’m not exactly the faithful type
I’ve been not good to a good man  
Now he’s a beloved friend
I’ve done *****
To every one of them
But they’d probably choose
To love me like that again
Maybe change a few
Moments
But I’d probably choose
To love them again
Too
I believe that’s a promise I can make to you
Mutual respect
Whether or not we see it through
It could last a week
What I see
And what I learn
It would be worth
The burn
If it ever got hot
And a true love ain’t what we got
What it be is still worthy
Even if it be not