I don’t love you anymore.
I don’t even like you.
I have been getting busy,
Doing all these things
Just to forget about
what is truly going on in my head.
I passed my exams, got this job,
I hang out with my friends,
But when I get home
and I am alone with my thoughts
I somehow always end up thinking about you.
I know you like someone else,
I know I don’t like the way you are.
I like the idea of who I see you to be.
It’s ridiculous.
A whole freaking year has passed
And we are here again in the same place
Where we were supposed to happen
But didn’t.
I don’t love you anymore.
I shouldn’t.
I don’t want to.
The problem is that I still somehow do.
Fantasyland Called Reality 