I don't know how to tell you
what I think about when I
close my eyes,
breathe in and out,
and sigh at every memory I have.

He was the wrong boy.
I was the wrong girl.
I don't want to remember
his hair, or the way he made me feel
like I could be completely honest.
I don't want to think about
how happy/sad/careless
I use to be
when his eyes changed color.
I hate.........
Well, I don't want to know anything
anymore. You told me the end, and
you
were
right.

you live in
red-eyed, forgotten haze
and everything I say to you
goes only just past your eyes
to the part
where you think about me
sometimes
you think that we keep each other's
secrets
you think that I'm pretty when I don't put on
my face
you think that I will just smile
but I really can't smile forever
if forever means a
red-eyed, mistaken haze