it's not like you
to pretend that everything
is fine
it's not like you
to sit on your hands
and believe a lie,
and worse,
to believe that
i believe it too.
i almost wonder
if you've come to a
place where you find us
to be a means to an end
rather than the beginning
of something worth keeping.
what was once
beautiful to each of us
is now simply an inconvenience
and that's not what we wanted in the beginning
and it's certainly not what either of us are wanting now.
it all started so small
please - isn't there some
small part of you
that can still see
through the
walls i built
to hold
it all
out?
isn't there some
small part of you
that wants to
understand
why all i'm doing
is running
as fast as i can
in the opposite
direction?
isn't there some
small part of you
that misses
what we've been
missing now that
we're not
what we were
before?
because if there
is some small
part of you
that wants to
begin again,
with transparent
walls and
nonexistent expectations,
then by all means love,
lets
start
now.