cmon now. lets stop pretending. you know we both turn at the crack of the whip. and honestly. i think you like the idea. i see you embrace your position with arms open wide. i see the way you look at me when i cry, the way your eyes get a little redder and the corners possess a little more moisture than usual. go ahead. it's okay to cry.
maybe i miss you too. maybe you should tell me that. maybe i don't want to make you more sad.
