I've liked you for a while. Everything you do made me smile.
You didn't want to date, but when you made that final, I was already in love; it was too late.
When I had you by my side, my heart was opened wide.
11:11 wishes were a thing of the past, but who knew that friday night's goodbye kiss would be our last?
My heart ripped into tiny bits, my stomach ached as if it took hits.
Then, you had trouble looking me in the eye as I sat and wondered, why?
I had to be honest with you; I would only get closure if you knew.
So, I told you how my heart was aching, trying to type with fingers shaking.
I'm still healing, like a sunburn that only started peeling.
But, I wait until 11:11 each day, so I can wish that it wasn't this way.
I want you to hold me at your side until all my tears are dried.
But now we're done. I had feelings and you had none.
I need to move on and put this in the past because 11:11 wishes don't ever last.