You can't always speak.
It's tiring,
to say the same spiel all the time,
lying isn't much better,
but the truth isn't an option.
It would hurt,
and we're already miles apart from where we began,
and I don't want to live without you in my life.
So sometimes I can't.
Please,
let's just sit here in silence a little longer.
So I can choke down the misery,
and smile for you.
Like a friend,
instead of someone who so hopelessly adores you.
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 2:08 AM UTC
You can't always speak.
It's tiring,
to say the same spiel all the time,
lying isn't much better,
but the truth isn't an option.
It would hurt,
and we're already miles apart from where we began,
and I don't want to live without you in my life.
So sometimes I can't.
Please,
let's just sit here in silence a little longer.
So I can choke down the misery,
and smile for you.
Like a friend,
instead of someone who so hopelessly adores you.
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