she knows, but not all, I decided
to call it off. She wouldn't really,
not as much as I do, not with passion.

Ice cold, how ironic, there she is,
sliding away, the dust blown in
my face.

I haven't cared as much for a long
time. time spent, planning, being romantic,
trying at least.

When it's useless, it hurts and it will
continue doing that for a while.
Will I ever smile again.