anthem of the broken-hearted:

love is fleeting
or so they say
falling in, falling out, crashing & burning
it’s all the same.
one day i love him
the next i don’t
can’t make my mind up
i don’t think i want to…
i’d move on
it’s no longer love that keeps me here
but pride is as stilling
as thoughts of what could have been.
yes, love is fleeting
i think it’s true
it bleeds away ever so slowly
when it’s not returned.