...it's weird...you know the end of something is coming, but you want to hold on, just for one more second...just so it can hurt a little more...
It wasn't love at first sight,
but I became blinded by your charms.
We were unpredictable; I didn't see us coming
or going anywhere, but we beat the odds.
While I kept my heart on my sleeve,
you just hid behind your walls,
and after a while I could tell
how much you hated what we had,
and it pained me to see you sad;
but duty won out in the end.
The last time you kissed me
both my eyes were open,
and I knew the magic was really gone.
If anyone asks, pretend it's alright
pretend you can't hear them talk,
and I'll act like there's nothing wrong.
I've torn up the photographs
and broken the CD's you gave me.
I don't care anymore; I know now that
our promises aren't what I wanted after all.
Forever doesn't matter,
we were never destined to be together.
I know I shouldn't miss you,
but why can't I just let you go.
We could pretend that nothing changed,
we could pretend we never drifted away,
but it wouldn't matter anyway.
A/N: I've just been on a writing kick lately. Full of inspiration. Which is both a good thing and a bad thing. It's good because it means I can string words together in amazing patterns (see above!) but it's bad because it means that I'm too worried about finding just the right word that I don't pay attention to my school work. Which isn't good. Because right now it's crunch-time. But I think it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make.