so when
you catch me staring at you
with my lips pulled in
and a strand of hair wrapped around my finger,
i am not pretending that it's your lip against mine
and your hair in my hands.
it just isn't so.
and when you hear me talking
about you
and how i can't believe i made a complete ass of myself again
and how much i wish
it could go back to the way it was before when you were just this guy that i knew,
i don't really mean every single word.
so why would i care
when you smile
when some other girl touches you
and when you make her laugh?
i wouldn't.
and when i can't fall asleep at night,
i do not wonder how much quicker
i would be able to rest
if you were lying next to me.
because i'm over you. and i have been for a while.
