blue valentine

game over

we aren't meant to be friends;
for past lovers trying to fix a mended fence,
means rekindling and never meant to forget–
but we have a conversation,
just like what we have in the days;
it is an overwhelming information,
knowing the chance of having you again.

i shouldn't be jealous of anything,
but i despise the idea of you pressing another lip;
but we are just two people with shared histories,
with ghosts of troubled pasts and romanticism.

we aren't meant to be friends
but we have a conversation from 1 to 10 pm;
seems nothing has been happened beforehand,
seems nothing interrupted on what used to be planned.
i find this stuation reckless,
yet my body yearn for something restless.

i suppose its the way it is;
but i'm trying my best not to take a leap
into the nothingness you brought to me–
nevermind, nevermind the pain i'll be into.

said 'i love you' then my actions don't;
how can i love the person whom i'm hurted blue?
said 'i miss you' but your shoulder's cold;
how you afford to burn all of my hopes.

said that i've move on but my feet wasn't sure;
how can i go back to you when your door are closed?
said you want me back but there's nothing through;
how can i win when things already game over.

someday, sometime;
you'll come back and i am too.
someday, sometime;
love's second shot is worth the truce.

or someday, sometime,
we'll find it impossible to be together;
or someday, sometime,
we'll find it better to be far to each other.

maybe it is way better,
when we let ours game over?