i still read your old messages
and i still havent cut my hair
and i still go to that place
that we were supposed to go
and think about the things i want to say
when its late
and i am alone
and i think about when i saw you
driving past me
in the most unexpected place
and i wonder if you saw me too
and just didnt know what to say
i kept it to myself
and i assume you would have done the same
the longer this continues
the more everything else fades
everyone thinks im crazy
taking meaning from things
that may have nothing to do with me
but if it is madness to try to fight for something
that makes you smile without understanding
that confuses your perception of everything
then im willing to bear the name
its a gift that you have
to make someone feel this way
without even a complete sentence
the shortest messages
with such intelligence
putting everything i could ever write to shame