it's not that big of a deal that I lost you
you can't lose something that was never yours
to begin with

I can probably find other guys like you
if I really wanted to

I don't want to...
but I could.

It's not that big of a deal that most of what I write
is inspired by my experiences with you
I can write about other things, too
If you really think about it
but I don't want to consider it


It's not that big of a deal that you might find another girl
I've met guys like that before I met you
I wouldn't go back to them
I'd rather find someone new

It's not that big of a deal, the way I dodged a bullet
a tremendous one
a 5'8", blue-eyed, freckled
bullet
With a knack for lying

Will I ever be
The lover that inspires
Your poetry?

Will I ever be
the one
You cherish on paper?

I connect the dots
like connecting the stars
And I start to realize
We are star-crossed loners

I read deeper into your words
and I realize that your thoughts
aren't as deep as your ego.

You're an avid liar
a self-proclaimed extrovert
"My life isn't that great"
yet you seemed to talk only about yourself.  

It was so obvious,
It's almost hard
to get mad at you about it.
I'm angry at myself
for not connecting the dots sooner.

You weren't inconsistent because you were busy
You were inconsistent because you didn't care
You weren't excited to call me,
You didn't enjoy listening to my voice
You were only excited about hearing your own
desperate to hear my reaction of you.

The perfect face
The perfect liar
The dots connecting everything so perfectly.

How could I make him understand
that I missed him
almost as much as
I'd always loved his shadow

He'd seemed to love my company
as much as I loved his,
but all that was in the past now

You said
“I’m not going anywhere”
…
Silly me, believing you
You loved so hard
Just to leave me like this
…
But why?
…
Guess there’s things
I’ll never know