it's easy for me, sometimes, because

i can survive on make believe
on false hope
i can live deep in fantasy
and tell myself it's real.
i can pretend
to believe my heart
when it says--
no. not yet. once more.
nothing is permanent
i learnt from you
nobody means it
i learnt from you
love is real
i learnt from you
there are a million words in silence
there are a million touches in a glance
there are things that I was made for
there are
there are

but now there arent