I hold your memory in my skin, every touch, every kiss,
embedded deep within.
On the darkest of nights, I can feel them, they burn,
They bring me warmth and comfort.
They make my stomach churn.
I will never know why you couldn’t love me,
you know a part of me doesn’t even care.
It’s your absence that speaks in volumes.
More than when you were ever here.
And should you find your happiness,
the one you couldn’t find in me
I hope you never know what it feels like
to watch them turn away and leave.
To claw at your wrists until you’ve wrung
your heart right off your sleeve.
To chase after a fading dream,
when you’ve been resigned to your knees.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC
I hold your memory in my skin, every touch, every kiss,
embedded deep within.
On the darkest of nights, I can feel them, they burn,
They bring me warmth and comfort.
They make my stomach churn.
I will never know why you couldn’t love me,
you know a part of me doesn’t even care.
It’s your absence that speaks in volumes.
More than when you were ever here.
And should you find your happiness,
the one you couldn’t find in me
I hope you never know what it feels like
to watch them turn away and leave.
To claw at your wrists until you’ve wrung
your heart right off your sleeve.
To chase after a fading dream,
when you’ve been resigned to your knees.
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