I fell pathetically in love
So truly, so deeply, so completely.
Hell, I'm still pathetically in love
But I've convinced myself that I'm fine
Which I am, as long as I don't see him or hear him.
Even a single post by him & I'm on my bum again.
Keeping him out of my mind is like no longer breathing.
But honestly, no matter what happens, I'm fine.
I've never had a classic love story.
No mix CDs, no days spent in each other's arms,
He didn't write me a single letter, not a single thing.
But not having those means I'm fine.
He gave me no explanation, no reason for his exit.
That voice of his, stone cold & emotionless
My question for him? Did he even care?
But it doesn't matter now because I'm fine.
We went further than I really wanted,
It felt nice in the moment,
Looking back it makes me sick,
But there's no point because I'm fine.
Isn't it funny how different we all are after a break up?
He's not the guy I've known him to be.
Love is a fickle friend, morphing us until we've gotten lost in translation.
But he's moved on, & I'm fine.
Stop looking at me like that
Pay no attention to my face, arms, & legs.
No, I'm no hurting myself, don't judge me
But your eyes say what your words don't so just trust me, I'm fine.
I'm still in love with him, he remains the air I breathe
You can't tell, I'm an actress
With my head held high I'll cover up my flaws
But don't believe me when I say I'm fine, because it's a lie.
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