Twisted
 
Sometimes I find myself watching my phone,
As though you could ever call.
Sometimes I find myself talking to you,
As though you never left at all.

I look for you among the strangers on the street,
...Search for signs of you in everyone I meet.
My dreams of you are twisted, devilish things,
As though I needed my finger tied with string.
 
The loss still seems so fresh,
No matter how many nights I cry.
When you left me alone that night
My love for you did not die.
How can I get over you
When my last words were not goodbye?
 
05/18/2011

 

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