i miss you, but i'd never tell you so.

Every attempt to . . .
is filled with holes.
Reads like a polygraph, I’m told.

I’m not bitter anyway.
Let it go.

I never sleep still,
lest I forget.
Tied down by handicaps instead.

I’m not bitter anyway,
but I didn’t want it to turn out this way.

Sing a long goodnight,
forfeit any fight.
Refuse to rest assured.

It comes with no reply.
Hold on too tight.
I hang on every word.

If it all ended tonight,
you know that I wouldn’t mind.
Back to the good old times
before it won.