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.