(or the changeover to the final reel)


i keep repeating to myself that “its not over”
that pitiful little bit of faith
keeps me from crying in my sleep
and burning the pictures of us
and the poems i wrote

(i hurt so much right now
because this is the first thing
i’ve ever written about you
instead of for you
and i never wanted this day to come)

take your time and placate me
saying you’ll “come back” and
“we’ll be together again”
we both know it won’t happen

“the more i let you go,
the easier it will be
for you to walk away”

i never thought we’d come to the end
i cannot believe i have known you this long
the story of our love
and coming to be together
is a story to write about
i just never wanted to scribe the final act

come back to me
you sexy tattooed
pierced little hottie

i know that you are still young
and you have the right to live
experience your life before you settle down
and just because i’m ready doesn’t mean
you owe me that

i just want to be with you
for a little while longer
i’m so full of love
and i just want to share it with you
when i’m alone i begin to rage

i have not felt like this
since before we were together
and when you kissed me it went away
don’t let today be the day i remember
you leaving and walking away