Don’t Forget That and Definitely Don’t Wait Around
Maybe we’ll get back together is still the same as maybe we won’t.
Maybe we’ll get back together is still the same as maybe we won’t.
Your stale “I love you” is as useless as your heart: Fearful. Passionless.
Thin, without substance, depth, or anything to hold. That’s how your love is.
Potential and the flicker of light I once knew behind your dead eyes.
And in that moment I chose a future with you instead of being right.
We never meet up. Rather we crash. Intense. Hard. Like we’ve been waiting.
Our hands intertwined, I couldn’t tell you which were his and which were mine.