reflection

it surprises me,

i didn't know you'd be burned in my memory until every flashback was you.

i didn't know I'd be stuck on your face, resisting to let go because the cold feels like home.

so i don't say good bye, but you finally saw it isn't right to keep me hanging on singing love songs.

i reluctantly agreed, not knowing how naive it was of me to see more in front of us while you were closing the door shut.

you win...once again i'm shown a mirror of my own work still undone, still waiting for me to just love; stop waiting for "us".