I held a shirt of yours I found under my bed until it burnt through my hand and onto the floor
I miss you and I'm still in love with you
But my boundries don't let me think outside of my narrow heart anymore
Love knows no limits
But neither does boundless pain
The type of pain that doesn't make a sound but when you look at someone they tell you that you look tired
I wish you the best even though it won't be our best
The man who will sleep next to me has hair like yours but his teeth are different and he doesn't sound like you
There are unsaid things in my soul I'm dying for you to know but I know that talk is cheap and the scars are still fresh and will tear right open if I ever hear your voice again