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Denial

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It's not that I love you,
It's not that I care;
It's just that I miss
every single thing
when you're not standing there.

It's not that I need you
(I'm not as empty as I feel).
The clouds in my eyes
are only clear
if you've waded in them before.

I'm not gonna love you forever,
I'm not gonna wish on a star
that you'll be mine again.
No, that would be childish
and you stole all my innocence
when you left.
So I'll just deny that
there's any heartache
for me to forget.

Some days I am haunted
by a memory or two.
I barely feel my
broken heart if the
distraction's good.

So, "carpe diem" but
I don't seize much these days
why is karma
so cavalier about
the wounds that it makes?


I'm not gonna love you forever,
I'm not gonna wish on a star
that you'll be mine again.
No, that would be childish
and you stole all my innocence
when you left.
So I'll just deny that
there's any heartache
for me to forget.

**

Coming soon from Butcher the Baker.

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