I still have the match you gave me
many times
I was tempted to burn it up,
hurt and angry and alone,
but sentiment would not let me.
And I truly hope you are happy
your thin lipped smile
always prevails as a cherished memory
so old friend please,
don't hurt yourself to spite me.
In the end, just know I'm sorry.
our timing-
everything was blotched and messy
maybe it was(n't) meant to be
and I shouldn't lead you on but
oh, how my heart wants to.
maybe you don't dream about me,
don't write about me, don't
think about me
but one can always hope
