Somethings
Hurt for a minute.
Some hurt for years.
Sometimes they never do go away.
And, I guess its there.
Deeply hidden.
I don’t want to probe.
But every now and then, I get all these ideas.
And sometimes it throbs with the reminder of everything.
Sometimes I can’t breathe because I’m tired of my stupidity.
And sometimes I want to hate.
Somethings never change, but I hope this one does.
It doesn’t matter if its there, buried under everything I’ve heaped upon it.
And you.
I look at you with so much more to say.
But I can’t bring myself to move.
Because the memory of what was is so fresh.
Because I’m just unsure of everything that is.
Because at the end of the day, we’ll just be friends.
And that’s enough for me.
For now.
Wishing I had something to offer, but I don’t.
And I won’t pretend.
Pride, stubbornness.
Pride.
Somethings might change, in time.
Oh and muahmuah Del 
