I thought I was past this,
That I’d finally torn you from my mind.
But all it took for me to relapse,
Was to see you one more time.
Now I’m stuck awake, thinking.
Over and over; your name.
Wrote it out; in skin and blood.
But still stuck in my brain.
I’d braced myself for this conversation;
Promised myself that I wouldn’t fall,
But I still remember all that you were,
And you haven’t changed at all.
So tomorrow I’ll knock on your door,
And slowly, I’ll let myself in;
Where I know I’ll smile far too wide,
And wear my welcome far too thin.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 1:54 AM UTC
I thought I was past this,
That I’d finally torn you from my mind.
But all it took for me to relapse,
Was to see you one more time.
Now I’m stuck awake, thinking.
Over and over; your name.
Wrote it out; in skin and blood.
But still stuck in my brain.
I’d braced myself for this conversation;
Promised myself that I wouldn’t fall,
But I still remember all that you were,
And you haven’t changed at all.
So tomorrow I’ll knock on your door,
And slowly, I’ll let myself in;
Where I know I’ll smile far too wide,
And wear my welcome far too thin.
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