Only by the off chance we love each other will there be splendor.
I’m lonely only in seconds.
Never satisfied with the real touch.
Holding on to a preconceived notion I never made.
He’s still running squares inside my peripheral vision.
Colossal feelings inside my tiny frame.
Breaking out I only sink deeper to the time we used to live inside.
I wonder what his ideals have shaped into.
Hopefully he’s turned the page, but always looks back.
I’m a year back.
She’s was the one the whole time.
And that’s a perfect love story.
I wish you the best will.
I hate you still.
If you came to L.A. I’d hope you’d stay.
But it’d be better if you never came that way.
Created: Jul 18, 2010Document Media