
I tell myself the love is gone,
but in the same breath a little voice
whispers it's still there.
I tell myself i don't miss you,
but everyday, everywhere,
I look for you.
I tell myself it wasn't meant to be,
but in remembering in how good it was,
I find that difficult to believe.
I tell myself i really dont care,
while the sound of your voice
makes my heart leap.
I tell myself love will come again,
yet at the same time I wonder
whom you will be loving then.
I tell myself its over,
but my heart refuses to accept that.
I tell myself to forget you,
and I try, I really try,
but you make it hard to do
by staying on my mind.
I tell myself that no one
is worth this much pain,
but then no one has given me
so much happiness.
I tell myself life isn't
so bad without you,
even as i wish you were
in my life again.
Nancye Sims