Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Wake Up, the Dream is Over, Move On.

I beat my brains out
thinking of you.
I want to say
I miss you dearly,
but I don't.

I'd love to believe
any semblance of friendship
we once had was real,

but surely I'd be kidding
myself if I did.

I was only a drifter
floating around in a pond
full of meaningless fish.

We all do it,
and believe it's meaningful
but when you
watched me walk away;

If I ever meant a thing
to you at all
surely you would've stopped me.

Times like these put me to sleep.