Love is indeed the most tragic form of art.

the sad truth is
so many people are in love and
not together

and

so many people are together
and not in love

am i that easy to forget?

"we looked at each other a little too long to be 'just friends'"

today
i saw you.

and it wasn't like
before.

before is over,
before cannot ever
come back.

we're in the
present now, where
we pretend that
"us"
had never even
existed.

every morning
she thinks
of how he is
and hopes
he's well
every night
she dreams
of his love
she'll never receive


                                                                                                         every morning
                                                                                                                   he thinks
                                                                                                            of how she is
                                                                                                                 and hopes
                                                                                                                  she's well
                                                                                                               every night
                                                                                                                 he dreams
                                                                                                                of her love
                                                                                                   he'll never receive

I'm just another face

in the crowd