Type. Tap. Tap. Delete.
Type. Tap. Delete. Repeat.
Type. Tap. Tap. Believe.
Type. Tap. Delete. Delete.
Is it because of age?
Is it because of time?
Is it because of the fact
That I can't call you mine?
Is it because you're far?
Is it because I care?
Is it because, telling you,
I would never dare?
Is it because I'm tired,
Of keeping it inside?
Is it because I'm trying
To do what I think is right?
Is it because I know
That I can let you go?
Yet I also know,
There's nothing to let go
Is it because I see,
A career ahead of me?
Is it because I partly wish
That you'll be there with me?
Is it because of my decision?
Is it something I regret?
Despite truly knowing
That this is for the best?
Is it because
I like you,
But I will never have you?
Is it because we could've been?
...and yet we didn't;
