Sometimes

Do I deserve this, I ask myself nervously looking deep into your eyes.

You smile back sadly, we're ending so badly, though it's darkly funny, I guess.

Hopelessly I beg away, though you don't care what I say.

So I say we won't be just friends, and I walk away, I walk away.

And sometimes, I stop and stare, though I know it's much better if I just don't care.

Sometimes you stare back so long, why don't you just move on, not keep me holding on?

God, how I miss you, now that I can't kiss you, and ask if you had a good day.

My dreams are so lonely. If we could have only, managed to not throw it away.

But maybe it's better this way, a thought you quietly conveyed,

As all my worst fears came true, and night suddenly shrouded the day.

And sometimes, I stop and stare, though I know it's much better if I just don't care.

Sometimes you stare back so long, why don't you just move on, not keep me holding on?

Your kindness is awfully cruel, when it just keeps me in love with you like a fool.

And seeing you every day, just serves to keep me here, pining away.

Your emotions seem to be, at odds with all of the things you told me.

And when you smile my way, I almost expect you to say...

...that sometimes, I stop and stare, though I know it's much better if I just don't care.

Sometimes you stare back so long, why don't you just move on, not keep me holding on?