I'm reading your letter over and over,
Staring at the words aimlessly,
Trying to get some meaning out of it.
Thoughts of you enter my mind,
Wondering how you could let this go,
How you could give up on me so easily.
I don't even recognize these words to be yours,
So kind and warm,
But when I look at you,
Your so distant, so far away.
I've tried so hard to keep holding on,
To not let this go,
But it hurts too much.
I'm so sick of thinking of you,
And forgiving you everytime,
This time it's cut too deep.
What happened to us?
When did the talks and laughs
Turn into awkward silences?
And now I'm thinking of all the things I never said,
The things I meant to say,
But now, everything's gone.
Everything's all messed up.
I'm reading your letter,
And I finally realized,
That I only saw who I wanted you to be,
Not who you really are.
"You can always talk to me,
But I'm not a mind reader."
That's what you always tell me.
I've never been able to tell you what I want you to know,
And I may lose you when I say this,
So here it is;
You're killing me.
