Cleanse the day that I was left alone from my memory
Cleanse the time I discovered heartbreak from my soul
Cleanse the persons that made me doubt myself from my life
Cleanse the insecurities that flood life from my path
Cleanse the room that almost saw the end of me
Cleanse the rooftop where I immortalized a story that had ended
Cleanse the insults that i've heard from my ears
Cleanse the offenses that i've witnessed from my eyes
Cleanse the marks that foreign hands left on my skin
Cleanse, Cleanse, Cleanse
Purify my soul
Make me better
So one day
I can cleanse you to

I realized that I feel a high from many things
I feel a high when I get home from a long day at work
I feel a high when I get to sleep for an extra 30 minutes
I feel a high from a warm shower to ease any stress
I feel a high from the hug of a loved one
I feel a high from the caress of my parents
I feel a high when the chords I build up in my guitar make sense
I feel a high when I hear a song I love
I feel a high from the slow and gentle flow of words into a piece of paper
I feel a high from looking at the stars
Looking at the sea
Looking at the sky
I feel a high from a cup of coffee
I feel a high when laughing with my friends
I feel a high when I let my creativity flow
I feel a high when I figure something out
I feel a high from working for people in need
I feel a high from giving my time for nothing in exchange
I feel a high from the prayers of thankful children
I feel a high from helping to make the world a better place to be

I realized something else too…
I don’t need the touch of your hands to feel a high.

I’m sorry darling, but it doesn’t work that way,
You don’t get to say you miss me,
You don’t get to remember those good times,
After all, it was you who walked away.

I’m sorry darling, but it doesn’t work that way,
You don’t get to text me that you need me,
That you love me,
When you gave me your back in a moment where I needed you,
When you ignored my affection, the fact that I cared for you,
When you ignored the days I would carry your emotions upon my shoulder,
Just to make you smile, make everything better.

I’m sorry darling, but it doesn’t work that way,
You don’t get to come looking for me, not today,
Not the day that your bed is cold again,
Not the day that other embracing arms leave,
Not the night that the solitude settles in again under your sheets,
Not the night that you realize how you closed your eyes to our dreams.

You don’t get to miss me,
Not tonight,
Because,
I’m sorry darling, but it doesn’t work that way.