April 9, 2010


You called me pretty,
I anticipated it,
but when I got it,
it was more of a pity.

I'm so excited,
you have no idea,
do you feel the same way?
I like to think about what you said.

Are you someone I would have befriended before?
We didn't have a choice,
but then we didn't mind,
I keep waiting and waiting for more.

More of you,
do you want more of me?
Do you care? You seem to,
but do you already want to step out of view?

Did you mean it,
or think you owed it,
when you don't need "any strange confession" from me anyway?

The beginning is when we forget,
but you and I,
we never forgot.
I'm begging, tell me if I can expect this to be it.

But please forget,
never remember,
but always think back,
hold me close and embrace me in all of our memories.