Love Doesn’t Last
I don’t really know
When the moments I looked forward to became ones I’d rather forget
I don’t quite remember
When I noticed that all the butterflies in my stomach must’ve died
The fluttering replaced with a dull ache of apathy and disappointment
I’m not totally sure
When I started to question your smile and the intentions that lie beneath it
When your eyes stopped looking like windows and instead became closed doors
And no amount of knocking gets me in
I’m absolutely certain that I loved you once
At some point in time that isn’t here and now
Because I can almost taste it, I can almost touch it
I can almost feel you right next to me even though you’re nowhere near me at all
But almost isn’t usually good enough and this time is no different
So I guess I’ll just pack up my things and go somewhere else
Where I can do it all over again
