Bad Habits

I don't know why I felt so strongly the desire to hold on.
It's funny how quickly you seem to have forgotten me...
just like hidden messages on wax paper...
but you know what?
It's okay.
I don't know why I held on anyway.
I'll just as easily forget the way your hand felt in mine and how our lips seemed to touch so perfectly...
all of it was fake in the first place-you know what?
I'll just stop here.
I've got a bad habit of wasting my time.