I can so easily get over you,
But there's just something,
That makes me not want to.

You make it so easy,
For me to cry,
To get hurt.

Yet I've never received,
Any apologies,
As empty as yours.

You put in no effort,
I do,
Now I'm worn out.

I guess it's possible,
*To run out of tears

You don't even have to love me,
Just please,
Stop keeping me waiting.

I'm typically down,
But when you're gone,
I'm deep under,
Sitting and waiting,
For you,
*My sweet escape.

I read your poems,
Repeatedly,
To recreate the butterflies,
Hoping I was on your mind,
As you wrote them.

It's like everything I've ever know,
Is just an assumption.