It's almost sweet, the way she says
 "Oh, no, we're not dating."
But all the while, a wink, a smile,
 and over the lines we're skating
 that separate a dinner from a date,
 until she restates:
"Oh, no, we're not together."

But neither have we, since the start,
 ever really been apart.

There's so much more that we could be,
 but instead, I just hear you say
 the same things again,
&nbsp;&nbsp;and again,
 and
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;again
until possibly we find a day
 when we come to believe
 that the words on your heart
 match the ones on your lips,
 which you've repeated 
 until they became true.