These little moments, tarnished and left over.

These little moments, tarnished and left over.

Recycle all over again.

I can't say this to anyone else. Because, everyone else would tell me that your no good for me. But it just sucks to know your the best and the worst all at the same time. A box full of letters, old messages, and pictures that always seem to magically pop up just when I think I've forgotten. A scent that may remind me of you. How my mind could be everywhere but on you, but then something happens and all of a sudden I remember riding in thee backseat. Or sunlight in your eyes then a kiss.

It's sad, because I know there's better than you. And because I have this little piece of me that still wants to wait and see. And because I won't accept it. And your sitting here telling me that you lay awake at night and just think sometimes. And that's supposed to NOT get to me. You can't say those kind of things to a girl and then expect it to carry on like nothing ever happened. Makes me wonder do you even know what love is.

Because when I think about it, if you wanted to prove to me so much that I'd trust you again. Why didn't you run after me when I walked away? I mean maybe that was a part of why I did walk way. To see if you'd chase me. Because it seemed to me that you'd become comfortable with the idea that I was in love with you. And I had to let you know I was tired. So after all that, now you wanna tell me.

I pray to God it's all or nothing. Because, I can't take anything in between.