it's hell, this not knowing
my fault for falling in love
my fault for wanting too much attention
my fault for not allowing breathing room
how can i say i'm sorry
how can i say i didn't mean to push you away
so now we're friends instead of significant others
what does that mean exactly
that feelings are turned off like a light switch
passions burned away like insects too close to a flame
that now we'll sit together for ten or so minutes in public places
sipping lukewarm coffee and discussing weather and grocery prices |