blehh. maybe.

look in my eyes
see that i haven't been lying.
every time i attempt to see you,
it's not just some ploy
-some great scheme to hurt you again.

i'll spill my thoughts just one one more time.
to be quite honest it will mostly be to say i tried.
i can feel you leaving. (and i don't mean that in a morbid sorrow filled sense)
i've never felt quite so accepting of who we are.
i could force my tears and say how terrible my mental state is
but that would be far too extravagant.

in some strange, worn-out way
i'm glad to say i don't miss you.
memories are usually beautiful,
but not when they're filled with regrets.
i see you all the time. and you've been so pleasant recently
i see no use in bringing bitterness to us now.

i just said us.
that would be a nice thing to say and have it mean us.
i have imagined a future with you.
and dont you dare tell me i'm too young and don't know what i'm saying.
i know all too well what those words can mean.
though i'm content with this,
if you were to pursuade me to try again i'd have a hard time finding reason enough not to.
i've never wanted so little and yet so much from you at once.