I've been staring at this blank page for months
Knowing I should be able to write
The beautiful things that happened to us
The twists and wonders
Alive and palpable possibilities
Which now seem dead to me
Because we were never in love
But oh god we could have been
When confused, write it down.
The thing about humans is that they wanted to be chased, but only push that person away. And then sooner or later they will realize that they're in love with that person, who is already in love with someone else.