Words. Poem by Dislocated Heart

I'm starting to believe.. the words that come outta your mouth..
how you love me.. how you want me.. telling me for months now.
wanting me to be better then what I am.. and making me smile every step of the way.
damn girl.. I dont even deserve it.

You look in my eyes.. telling me she moved on, and you're right here,
waiting for me to unfold my arms.

I guess, I just dont wanna believe that part of the story..
but, when its time, to go, I'll know... and now the feeling shows..

guity for wanting what cant be done.

Words catching on, making me believe its time to move on.