Sitting in my bed,
Talking to you.
Even though we're talking, my feelings are still on read,
Still hiding from the truth.
As the white bubble pops up,
But I can't act tough.
I'm still not ready, even though we haven't talked in a while.
It already happened,
So I should just move on.
But I feel like a bird, my wings are flapping,
Though, I'll never get a chance because you're a mile ahead, and too far gone.
Outside it's dark, and it's getting late,
My heart is broken but you don't know the effects.
I've tried giving you some space,
But that didn't work, and all we made out of it was late night texts.