I met you a few days ago. Sitting in your chair. I met you never knowing you and somehow I know you but I’ve only just met you. Legs damaged just like my heart. Your voice taken just like my love. Bruises aching and somehow I’m the one. I wish I could take all of your pain away that day. I feel like I’ve loved you even before today. I would stay up all night knowing you fell asleep safely in my arms. Smiling beautifully and never feeling on guard. Your dark, red curls infatuate me, your Cupid’s bow captivating as she. I would drown myself inside the paleness of your skin. You’d be worth my every sin. I’m in love with a woman I just met. Will she ever be mine? To the woman within. I’m in love with you again and again. Dear you, it’s me. To her. Never me.
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Bedtime Thoughts
It’s late in the night. This coffee isn’t enough to hold me still. Love has become an old word coined by some fool who sells you Valentines on a billboard. I’ve grown weary of my heart chasing you each night. I want to find some contentment after our last fight. You never made it easy our last time. I’ve tried to walk away from you to start a brand new life. Here we go again on the same ride that’s only you and never I. We both wanted the same thing but you kept your distance. Heart of mine. I missed the old times, I missed your old lies, I don’t miss the lonely nights. I’m not the only one when it comes to your long lists of mistakes. Sometimes I hate me. In a world where you and I never belonged. There’s no mistake in getting hurt. I’m tired of being the only one. What happened to the young boy who sat behind the old shed with a broken heart. Who was the person that sat back there each month? You confuse me. Keep me walking around the night trying to relive a life not mine. Your life brings me down. My heart's getting sore. Night time. What a world we live in when there was only a you and never me. Living off your empty lives, eating your hatred and despise. Drowning in your empty eyes. My heart's so polluted that even you can’t see what became of me. Night time thoughts. I should be asleep. But here I am - never thinking of me. Believing false promises. Night cries. Missing late times. In this life I’ve become nothing because you made shit right. If you are out there tonight, grace my evening light. To my old lover. Pull me out of your crash. Don’t let me stay. I don’t have time for this. It’s come to pain and reliving inside your glass doors. Pull me out. Pull me out of you and your crash. Pull me out of this endless wait. I’ll always stand on the edge.
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