(no subject)
I've fallen out of love
What I (thought I) loved was a construct of my mind
Now we're great buddies
Telling each other terrible tales
and embarrassing stories.
Singing songs and playing pranks
And shouting and throwing
And working and teasing.
You're not perfect, (I wonder how I could have missed it before)
But then, neither am I.
I've been looking for people who get me
And I understand you feel the same
We're a murder of watchers, with no need for explanation
the first real friends in a long time
I don't have to pretend here.
I'm glad I do not love you,
For I would have lost a friend.
(want to go get some ice cream? I think Mac's still open. Design's being a bitch right now. )