I'm worried. Concerned because It seems our definitions of Forever Are different now Where once they were The same.
Once "Forever" meant until humans went Extinct. Now I fret. It seems You've actually done it. You've moved on. And I'm still here. Even though you told me not to be.
Up to this point it felt like Even thinking about this abandoned lake Would create sound waves that would Disturb the ozone. Now I'm left wondering If your tone of voice is The equivalent of dipping my toe in and Realizing the ripples I see are From two peoples' toes.
I gave myself completely to someone Once. She saw my soul and she knew who I was. And she left From irrevocable and unintentional Pain.
I have spent the time since then Not only trying to remember who I am But also trying to figure out what love is If not just a tool To hurt each other.
In your den, late one night With no music, You asked me to slow dance. I didn't realize, I should've known, That was you asking Me To take it slow. I was too busy Falling for you.