Sunday, May 2, 2010
A Waste
And you will think i did not care,
And you will think I did not know how you felt,
You will think I don’t see that look in your eyes when you still look at me..
And you can think all you want to think,
And hate me for it..
And I wish I was at your place coz God I know hate is so much more comfortable..
I wish I could think like you…how I wish..
And this whole thing will be like pictures we click and delete…the ones we never save or print,
It will be like a song or a poem written and thrown away as a crumpled ball of paper in the waste paper basket,
An unrecoverable file deleted permanently..
Tickets we bought for a show none of us could make it to…
And we will deny that we knew each other and live and believe the lie that we never met.
And you will be okay,
Everything in your life will be okay,
Except sometimes when you look at your reflection all you will see is me.
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