I can pretend like I don't care,

But that would be a lie.

I'm in denial about my feelings.

It eats at my insides to the point where I can't think straight.

But I can't show them again.

To expose myself to false love and murder my pride.

I can't even look you in the eyes anymore.

That spark is dead.

That feeling I've always gotten when I looked at you is stale.

Withered down into a pile of ashes.

You know, at one point, deep down, I truly loved you.

I've cried over you countless times.

But what is that going to do?

It won't fix a damn thing.

What's that worth?

Nothing.

Perhaps a non sympathetic "Sorry".

It's too late for that.

I think it would be better if we've parted ways.

You're already driving me away.

I see your face disappearing in the rear view mirror.

Soon I'll be gone.

Far.

Far.

Away.

10/19/20

5:14 PM