im rotting away in this hell of mine

i'll never be able to replace the scars i left you,
with beautiful flowers, roses of course.

i'll never be able to hold your shaking hands again,
with such firmness and admiration.

i'll never be able to say i'm sorry and cover the wounds i left.

i'm sorry.
i should've been better.

this isn't me.
the reflection i see in the mirror cannot be the case that surrounds me.
this just isn't right.
i see my hands moving, i see my eyes blinking,
but that simply cant be.
this just isn't me.

Your gravity
Has always brought me
Back to you
It is always the times
I am so close to escaping
That your orbit
Circles back
Dragging me into you
Kicking and Screaming
Awaiting the next time
That you let me go
To decide you want me again

i had a dream,
you were in my arms.
our songs playing in the background.
simply melodies mixed in with giggles and deep breaths.

when i woke up i sighed,
i'm tired if your side being so cold