I dont know when I started looking for you in every crowd.
Or getting butterflies having your scent on my clothes.
Loving hard for me was a disease that I didn't mind dying by.
But the cure seemed to hurt worse than yourself.
It has been years since me not being able to see you; yet why is it this morning, of all morning, I didn't think of you?
Why is it that now when I get a text I'm not running to see if it's you?
Why is it now that I can see all shades of colors and not just rose?
Whoever said time heals all scars were right somewhat.
Because the indifference I feel for you now makes me smile in a way I never thought I could.