it's funny how things worked out, that i knew why they didn't and you didn't
so now i sit here in my bed wondering trying to laugh it all off like you're a bad old memory, dead
see when i think about you...all i could think about was poetry, something beautiful smooth flowing forming out of my lips, you know the ones you've never kissed? however i give a comic relief to my smoldering sorrow, and glazed eyes of sweetness, pretending like you were just another corner store little debbi's doughnut, not a krispey creme that i ever so neatly never eat but cherished it's fattening beauty. Like you don't remember my soaked laptop from each of your sopping, soaked letters that formed mounds of clean up, and repair. As if after each waterfall i didn't kiss you on your forehead sending you off to bed like your very own real life teddy bear. so yes i like to play pretend, and you did too obviously. Let's pretend that every night, i didn't stay up too late, that my eyes didn't burn, that my back didn't ache,that my posture didnt grow weary, and my bedroom wasn't scary, as if i wasn't terrified of losing you.
