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I have to be honest —if only in paper and ink— after the hurricane of want and unfulfilled needs— I have to admit I don't think of you as much
Not while I brush my teeth nor while I enjoy the latest gossip and tweet —even the things we used to do together— I don't think about you then
It's not a surprise, though, broken hearts rarely ever go back to being whole we lose pieces along the way when we leave them in people we meet
I have to be honest I don't think about the pieces of my heart I gave you nor the scathing burns you gave me in return Just like the scars I now bore from your hands so will my hand fade from yours once you figured out why I left
I have to be honest —it's the only way to stay sane— I didn't think of you the way you did to me I didn't see you the way you want to see me —and it's just how things go
So now in my journey to move on—I have to admit— I don't think about you as much
