Awake To Put Myself Back To Sleep

For the first In a long while Awake With my eyes open They close To savour The last of the memories Between you and I. Yet they flash back open To see the true light And how He is essentially better for me. Yet I still get flustered When we call Yet I still feel like you Are for me. I see a fine line One that divides what is From what could be Or rather, what could’ve been. And I can’t Imagine what you feel Anymore So I must lie To myself About how it all ended. I must cover up the truth To move on Cover up the truth To be happy With somebody Who is essentially better for me.