I like to pretend
That I'm over you
That I don't still think about what
We could've been
If I hadn't ******* things up.
I like to pretend
That you never left me
For good
That you're always coming back
But you're never coming back.
I like to pretend
That you never hurt me.
That emotional pain
I pretend
I never felt in my heart.
Burning
Burning
Burning.
I pretend
When I tell everyone that I'm over you
But I still think about you
Everyday
Every week
All the time.
And I long for what we could have been
Even though I don't know what that is.
And try as I might to
Change it,
Ignore it,
The fact remains
That what we had
Was destroyed by me.
And what you did
Hurt me.
And I am not done.
Feeling this hurt
This betrayal
This,
Everything
Bottled up inside.
Rather than explain
Why I can't
Look at your picture
Hear your name
Read your poems
I pretend.
And they seem okay with that
But I know that you
Would see right through that
You
The only person
That can tell
When
I'm pretending.