I've been reading your texts all day, trying to convince  myself that you still love me.
and i read the same ones
over and over
thinking...
maybe there's something, some hidden message that i didn't catch
on one late,
tear stormed night that says,
"Don't worry. I still love you just as much as ever."
Maybe somewhere you sneaked in how beautiful you think I am and how much you love my green eyes.
Maybe you tried to tell me how wonderful you think kissing me is.
Maybe you secretly typed how much you love me and why you love me...
that it's all the little things
and that no one could ever take my place
and you could never love anyone as much as you love me.
and I look and I look and no matter how much I try to trick myself into thinking all those things are there,
they're not.