I don't show any symptoms. I don't
pine; I don't weep;
I don't start sentences and then stop
suddenly.
I don't mind if you're mating. I don't
care if I'm missed.
I now truly believe I was ready for
this.
I don't easily recall now all the
things we used to do.
To be honest, I'm too sober to be
having thoughts of you,
But the hamster in my wheelhouse won't
stop turning.
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