From the very beginning I could tell there was something more you wanted to say. I suppressed my inklings. In my heart I honestly knew you were not here to stay. I convinced myself otherwise and I'm to blame for that. By now I should know to listen to self. Instead I convinced myself that there was someone for me. Someone to accept me...all of me. I convinced myself that that someone was you. Even now I still want us to pull through. But when you say 'if this' and 'if that' it shows that you have doubts. Doubts about there being an us. Baby, doubt is a dangerous disease. If you doubt yourself, me, or what we have you can surely bet it won't work. How can you make something work if you never really believe it will? Doubt hinders us from putting our best foot forward. With this clouded perception we're done before we even begin. So as things are I guess we'll just keep playing our roles living a beautiful lie. You can speak so loudly without opening your mouth at all. It's hard to lie using body language. I wonder how long the motions will last. You don't have to say a word I can see in your eyes we're through. There's just not enough room here for you, me, and doubt.
Typhani M. Roberson