How can you do this to me,
I’ve spent years waiting,
aching,
Disintegrating from the inside,
I compare everyone to you,
The way your touch,
Soothed the pain,
Throughout my body,
Wrapping your arms around me,
And holding me,
Like I would fly away,
If you loosened your grip,
Even slightly,
And now I beg you to see me,
When you used to say,
That you would never leave me,
I don’t know what to do,
I hold on so tightly,
To you,
But you don’t know what you want,
And I’m waiting for months on end,
Just to see your face again,
And every body I touched,
Meant nothing to me,
And you’ve moved,
On, and on, and on, and on,
While I dread the thought,
Of ever loving someone else,
It makes the world around me quake,
But I’m in so much pain,
And I think I have to acknowledge,
That I’m waiting in vain,
Four years,
Of not letting go,
It’s time to,
Finally,
Let myself grow.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 3:22 PM UTC
How can you do this to me,
I’ve spent years waiting,
aching,
Disintegrating from the inside,
I compare everyone to you,
The way your touch,
Soothed the pain,
Throughout my body,
Wrapping your arms around me,
And holding me,
Like I would fly away,
If you loosened your grip,
Even slightly,
And now I beg you to see me,
When you used to say,
That you would never leave me,
I don’t know what to do,
I hold on so tightly,
To you,
But you don’t know what you want,
And I’m waiting for months on end,
Just to see your face again,
And every body I touched,
Meant nothing to me,
And you’ve moved,
On, and on, and on, and on,
While I dread the thought,
Of ever loving someone else,
It makes the world around me quake,
But I’m in so much pain,
And I think I have to acknowledge,
That I’m waiting in vain,
Four years,
Of not letting go,
It’s time to,
Finally,
Let myself grow.