Why is it that when I finally feel like I'm free from you,
Memories of us come back to haunt me,
bringing me right back to square one.
Such, such strange magic.

A.C

Those beautiful eyes were lost in that book
with a perfect smile, and the most beautiful look.

I've finally figured you out;
Why you've been avoiding me,
Why you avoid my questions of worries,
Why I hardly ever see you around,
I finally get it;
I only have one question to ask:
Did you mean whatever you said to me?
All those gestures of kindness,
Did they mean anything to you?
My heart poured out to you,
Did you not appreciate it?
Was I not good enough?
Was she better somehow?
Because I now know,that I was not the only one you 'loved'.
And to think I ever loved you.