Who We Were

Mar 19, 2008 - 21:04 PM PST

I stare at our memories
and what they've become.
Boxed up pictures that
will never be touched.
The faces in those pictures
seem like two people I don't know.
Different people, at a different time.
Ages ago.
It didn't matter how hard I cried,
it didn't matter at all.
It didn't matter when I swallowed my pride,
or how you made me feel so small.
And then it didn't matter how much you hurt
even though it killed me too.
I accepted your decision when it was for usre
but then you felt for me...
and I couldn't feel for you.