you tell me you don't care,
that you're better off without me.
and I know, I see it,
that you're trying;
trying to get the memories
out of your head,
trying to forget the love
we thought we shared,
trying to erase the memory
of me completely.

I see that you're trying
but you're not trying hard enough.

I see the hurt in your eyes
when you see me laugh
with another girl;
I see the pain plastered
on your gentle face
knowing that I can survive
without you.

I see the real you,
inside and out;
so don't bother
trying to keep it a secret.


a.m.