(delete)
I’ll keep deleting the stream of our messages
As if I believe we’ll never talk again
When I know that’s not true.
Still I know that in a way
You can only ever be temporary.
In a way we are just prolonging the inevitable
By keeping the shredded remains of our friendship on life support
After we fell in love.
(you didn’t)
(i did)
Somehow you never loved me,
But loved me enough to stop loving me.
Somehow we began and ended
But couldn’t really let it end.
Couldn’t pull the plug.
So I’ll send you the text I want to send,
The words that spill out like nothing’s changed.
And when I get sad because the words are just ghosts,
I delete our history
(i wish it was that easy)
Until you reach out a few days later
And I let myself hope again
And I do some more CPR
On the dummy torso of our relationship,
As if it could have ever been alive to begin with.
We were a mistake,
A drunken mistake
That we chose to make together.
And I’m a mistake
For falling in love with you.
