I think worst part of this
That it is so hard to pretend
You are meaningless
Nothing above a friend

My feelings did not ever end
Or begin to fade
Acted like my love disappeared
All along was a charade

My heart never quit yearning
To again be by your side
Just stifled the urges with cheap replicas
Emotions beneath a thick layer of pride

I want you knowing how much you mean
But worry you'll tear me in half
I am different now
Ghost of the girl in that old photograph