“We aren’t built to last”

By Keira Footer

But it’s fun to play pretend 

so I smile when you hug me 

and kiss the top of my head.

I know I shouldn’t be here. 

I know this isn’t right, 

yet I look the other way 

despite what’s clearly in sight. 

This might end in disaster,

just like it has before, 

but that’s so unimportant 

when you leave me wanting more. 

I miss you when you’re not around 

and I miss you when you’re here, 

cause you’re not the guy I once knew

and how you feel isn’t clear. 

So I’ll stay and pretend 

like all of this is fine,

I’ll kiss you and laugh 

like we aren’t out of time.