I keep staring at images of you.
Photos sent to me by you, but not you!
I can’t throw them away; they have to stay.
I get reminded of those times
Every time I hear a song played.
How do I make this go away?
I force myself not to think, but no matter what I do
When I blink; images of your handsome face are
Running laps all over my brain.
My heart is hurting because I can’t have you.
If I have to say it or spell it out for you;
The only thing I got out of this was the pain.
I want to dare to reach out to you,
But I can’t seem to find the courage to pull though,
To just pick up the phone and call you.
Wouldn’t know what to say if I did that
Silly act. But if I was daring and I did it anyway,
Would you talk to me back as a kind act?
I don’t know what I seem to be holding on to.
I need to find a way to put this all behind me.
Because I continue to stare at all these images of you.
It’s not my fault they were used to lure me,
Wish I could throw them all away, but
I was told they gotta stay.
If only I could reach you someway, somehow.
The real you–only to see.
Just to see if maybe you could release me.
Release me from this hold that you got on me.
And I’ll be the one to be bold, since it’s your images
That I have to hold.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 7:31 AM UTC
I keep staring at images of you.
Photos sent to me by you, but not you!
I can’t throw them away; they have to stay.
I get reminded of those times
Every time I hear a song played.
How do I make this go away?
I force myself not to think, but no matter what I do
When I blink; images of your handsome face are
Running laps all over my brain.
My heart is hurting because I can’t have you.
If I have to say it or spell it out for you;
The only thing I got out of this was the pain.
I want to dare to reach out to you,
But I can’t seem to find the courage to pull though,
To just pick up the phone and call you.
Wouldn’t know what to say if I did that
Silly act. But if I was daring and I did it anyway,
Would you talk to me back as a kind act?
I don’t know what I seem to be holding on to.
I need to find a way to put this all behind me.
Because I continue to stare at all these images of you.
It’s not my fault they were used to lure me,
Wish I could throw them all away, but
I was told they gotta stay.
If only I could reach you someway, somehow.
The real you–only to see.
Just to see if maybe you could release me.
Release me from this hold that you got on me.
And I’ll be the one to be bold, since it’s your images
That I have to hold.
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