I miss having someone to make plans with I miss having a date to look forward to I miss the routine of a relationship I don’t miss the raw agony they always end in
Should I stop being so negative about you not liking me? I don’t even know if you do or don’t I’ve never asked I’m too afraid of your answer Maybe if I let in some positive hope something magical would happen
Where we can kiss Where our hands race up and down each other’s bodies Under the cover of night Our darkest corner of the earth Brings out our best light
When I’m with you When we’re together When your hands are on me I have to pretend I’m not addicted to your touch I have to pretend I don’t miss it every day
I wonder about what broke you I know a piece of it lies in our pasts that are awfully intertwined I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I should have told you If I could go back, I’d tell you in a heartbeat You make my heart beat You make my heart race
Yes, I know It’s happening again The familiar feeling of locking my heart away another level deeper The absence of the familiar pain startles me I know I’ll feel it all later Compounded