some things simply speak for themselves

VII

i gave you access to all of my accounts

never realized you actually check on them

we stopped speaking for a while

you sent me a copy of my conversations w/ him

you asked, "what does it mean?"

i said, “whatever you’re thinking, its true”

but what i really wanna say is,

"i'll let us slip, cuz we never were real  "

VIII

we stopped by a fountain

you handed me a penny

i watched you make a wish

you said, “i wished for us to make it”

i said, "if i tell mine, it wont come true"

but what i really wished for is,

"i've used all my strength holding on so we'd make it,
now i need more so i can walk away"

IX

it was a long day, but i agreed to meet you

i didn’t fake not being happy to be out w/ you

you grew silent, i felt obliged to ask

you said: “it feels like you'll ditch me,
when someone better comes along”

i said, “thats silly, i had a bad day, i'm spent”

but what i was avoiding to admit is,

"i end up missing him more when i'm with you"

X

i take my finger, turn it into a pen

i take your palm, turn it into a paper

you guess i wrote something profound

something like:

“i hope we last forever”

i say, “you’re good at this game”

but what i really wrote is

“how i’ve yet to forget him”