somehow there is little distance between you and me. i pretend i understand, and that i'm in control, but i really just avert my eyes when it's time to watch you walk away. the time will come where i'll scream at stars and swear off love (only to realize later that i've lied to myself), but until then i'll promise an eternity of secrets to you.
someday i'll tell you exactly what i'm thinking. there will be no consequences, no pretenses, and no one else around to hear my confessions. this wait is not something i do well, but you know where that chapter of the story ends
and where the next one begins.