to the girl..
  my.. girl...

tell me what this is? is this the reality of what we've become ? what we're meant to be.
stargazing into infinity sounds like a cry for help than a romantic gesture shared between two lovers, star crossed..kept a part by time..
  I'd like to someday share this with you but i cannot fathom the mere thought of us being close together, in the same room hell even the same continent..
what have we become ?
is this love?
you can't call me baby.. because it's been years and I'm not her.
i can't hear you call me baby.. because I'm not her and somehow you've made me feel like " that girl " the one that's only worth something when it suits you best..
i flinch whenever you call me baby.. i can't breathe, sometimes i feel disgusted, like second grade crap because that's all I've been to you..
something's got to give.