I hope you find this.

You turned me away, turned me down again.

5,

4,

3,

2,

1.

breathe.

I'm okay, really.

All these little acts of rejection, the simplest of words,

I let them hurt me.

So its really not your fault,

I need to wake up.

There just always seems to be this inexhaustible capacity in me to make up excuses for you, to brush past everything and keep coming back. Nowadays though, I find I need more time than ever to pick myself up again and come back to you. Either my heart or my head is moving on, and its good for me, its healthy.

A part of me will always linger on though,

holding back,

always, always

wishing and hoping that you'll turn around and look at me and not through me.

I hope you find this.