I have been putting all of these tasks off for awhile now
It's definitely been hard to accomplish them
First I started with tossing out the letters you wrote me
They were always so vague, and never full of details.
Those **** letters
I cried for three days when I realized I would never read them again..
I then went for the journal you had wrote me
And I shoved it in a bag
Along with your giant sweaters and the gifts you gave me
Like the stuffed lion
I also gave back the book of poetry I had wrote for you
Because you always said you liked my writing
And keeping it for myself would only bring my grave sadness
I cried every night after giving that back
Because it was a realization that things between us were really over
And you didn't miss me
So now I am still trying to get rid of all the remains you left in my house
I still have the candles
And the dress
And the cards
But I washed out my bed sheets
So I no longer have your scent etched in them
And though they are warm
They lack you
I'm trying to keep myself from caving and talking to you again
Its really difficult, you know..
My god
I miss you so much
You being gone is leaving me empty
You keep saying you want to be friends
But I just can't
I am so in love with you
How can you just pick everything up like that and walk away from it all?
These sheets are too clean
I want to ***** them with my blood
Stain them red
I have been sensing danger in my head
Living without you is a ******* nightmare
And I can't say those haven't stopped either
I miss you I miss you I miss you
You are all I think about at 2 am
And 2 pm
Why won't you come back to me so I can call you mine?
My god
I am so sad and desperate without you
I know
I ****** things up
But baby, you said that's what you liked most about me
These sheets are too clean
Come back
I don't want to beg anymore