Thursday 9 August 2012

I can't look at you.
I can't bear to see it.
I like to believe you think about me.
The thought of never seeing you again makes me so painfully sad.
So much amounting to so little.
It doesn't just disappear,
I've learnt this,
You will too.
I imagine you saying those words and my heart beats faster, 
Almost leaps out of my chest.
Pounces on the notion of together forever.
Pounces then falls.
No one there to catch it you see.
So I pick my self up and carry on.