perksofbeingmel

there was once a time when we were all that seemed to matter.

it was most of the time when we knew what we felt was wrong, yet completely right.

it was the times when we knew it was wrong, that we would rationalize why it could seem right.

why was it right?

was it at all right?

when wasn’t it right?

when wasn’t it wrong.

will it always be wrongfully right?

time with you was never ending, yet some how what we had ended.

the togetherness we share now is a kind of together that isn’t together at all.

it’s not a secret, but there are secrets that we share.

what would it be like if there were no secrets?

would what we both have now cease to exist?

what a thing to think about.

what a something that will never be anything.

you seem to always be a goodbye and a faint hello.

what’s the point of continuing what always has to be hidden?

now I find myself upset, wondering what else is there to be written about you.

especially when I know in my heart what is true.

it’s decided.

it’s been decided.