I remember days when I'd write you letters, or wait for you after class.
We'd sit in your dorm room and make each other laugh.
Then they said I should go out and get her, but I sat on my ***
And I forced myself to recognize that that's all in the past.
So now I'm cold and isolated,
Scorned and vindicated.
Waiting on my fading star to rust.
I'm wretched and I'm sick,
Jealous as any other *****
I gave into the slave I know as lust.
You might as well have been a million miles away.
even if it was under a hundred.
You might not have come over that day.
Then we might still be in this bed.
Instead I occupy this mattress alone,
Safeguarding my heart behind my chest.
Till I wither away to hair and bone.
Till my identity is just a guess.
Maybe I'll never find love again.
Maybe I'm better off alone.
There's only one way to find out,
Follow the path I know is my own.
Sorry I had to hurt you to see it.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 2:10 AM UTC
I remember days when I'd write you letters, or wait for you after class.
We'd sit in your dorm room and make each other laugh.
Then they said I should go out and get her, but I sat on my ***
And I forced myself to recognize that that's all in the past.
So now I'm cold and isolated,
Scorned and vindicated.
Waiting on my fading star to rust.
I'm wretched and I'm sick,
Jealous as any other *****
I gave into the slave I know as lust.
You might as well have been a million miles away.
even if it was under a hundred.
You might not have come over that day.
Then we might still be in this bed.
Instead I occupy this mattress alone,
Safeguarding my heart behind my chest.
Till I wither away to hair and bone.
Till my identity is just a guess.
Maybe I'll never find love again.
Maybe I'm better off alone.
There's only one way to find out,
Follow the path I know is my own.
Sorry I had to hurt you to see it.
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