Tears and the steam from the bath make for an interesting pattern of mascara running down the face.

I don't know why it all hit me so hard today.
Just a lot going on, I guess.
I said one thing and that was that.
I was a mess from then on.

Every now and then I get the urge to call you.
Just to see.
Or to add you on Facebook.

But I don't.
I know better.

I just wish you wouldn't make things so hard.

It hurts me that you make things so awkward still.

I'm past it, I just hope you are.
It would be easier for me.

Answers are answers, whether we agree with them or not.
As hard as it may be, I've never been more sure of anything in my life.