just when we've picked up the pace

you go and drop the anchor

we've got no momentum left

my hands feel weak and I can't make sense of this

I just wanted to move forward but you're ready to move on

I fucking miss Mitchell fucking Dubey so goddamn fucking much.

We are not in love.
but I'm a safe bet.
Tell me who it is you're really thinking about.
It's fine, just tell me the truth.
I don't want you to settle.
I'll be okay someday, maybe.
Your actions speak loudly.
You try, but your heart is not in this.
Spare me.