It's been one month since my last letter.
This month, I did not think of you, I really succeeded that.
Sure there is still certain things which reminds me of you, some songs, but I succeeded.

Your name leave no more that bitter taste in my mouth,
It doesn't play in repeat for hours in my head,
Your voice is a distant memory and your perfume is forgotten.
I still think of you sometimes, but it's different now, i am cured of you.

One day you will understand that I was made for you,
That I would have made you happy,
I would have give you everything of me, even  my soul.

One day you will regret,
You will think of it, vaguely, that it would have work, if you tried.

Always end up near you,
A fine line away from your touch,
It never quite gets there,
Because my morals are too much

Instead we stare into each other,
That's when my hopes fly high,
But in the end I figure out that
I've just been misleading my own mind

blinded by the lies of lust
chose to drink from the forbidden cup
the daydream ends as i awake
just to find myself lying in an empty space

i reach out my hand
feeling the air
a dent in the bed, where you once may lay
a fire inside
that screams your name
my heart beats so fast
at the thought of your gaze

I try so hard,
But you don't see,
The effort I put,
Into the ones in need.

Unappreciated I go,
Even though it hurts my soul,
But yours is more important,
Than my own

despite it all
there's still my body
with animalistic intent
looking at your lips eyes and hands

those mud pool eyes
swamping and sinking
driving me all kinds of crazy
hands icier than winters’ most desolate day
shock me with their stroke

render me no more
an object of your affection
attention bearing
overwhelming
little paper doll
fold and tear
new dimensions
in which I shall exist

swear to me
i am no longer needed
truth be told i’ll never believe you
your mouth mimes one thing
but your eyes
they flash
telling me otherwise

do you have any idea
the damage that your hands once did
not hurtful in the sense
but the shivers they subjected to
my spine
were cruel in their own right

do not lure me in with barely there surrender
hollow promises flood my empty heart
each crevice awash once more
with the hope
that this time you won’t leave me
swallowing for air

you are missing from me
not i, missing you