the truth is
i’m not over you
i’ve just gotten
to a healthy point
of acceptance with
the fact that
you’ll never want me
but i just realized
that if you did
all of those feelings
would rush back
and i would be yours
in a heartbeat
maybe i’ll never really
get over you
i’ll just live my life
in a lukewarm state
of unwilling acceptance

I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.

I think I’ll always sort of have this hope that you’ll change your mind. 10 years from now after I’ve moved on, maybe I’ll even have someone else by then, but I know a piece of my heart will still be praying you’ll come around and see things the way I did - the way I do now.