my tears are dried and crusty on my face now
and i've finally cried so much the tears won't fall anymore.

i've lied and skipped and twirled for you on command and
you end it by saying you actually, honestly don't love me?

you say you don't believe love doesn't exist, but i'm pretty damn
sure it does. i love you more than i should, more than i want, more
than i honestly thought i could.

we met a year ago and i thought you were amazing, but i guess
our views on each other changed, didn't they?

i guess i'm finally understanding now what my friends said.
i love the pain, the read in put downs that i always seem to come up with.
the way you said you loved me before you told me the truth.

i guess i'll have to find someone else to waste all my eleven:eleven wishes on now,
because honestly babe, this compulsive liar doesn't know what the fuck honesty is anymore.

or maybe that's yet another lie i won't remember forming in the morning. i guess i won't find out.
i wished we would have turned out better, but then again my eleven:eleven wishes never come true.