Apr 2013
"Do I creep in the dark crevices of your mind?
Have you stored me in a drawer along with your vices?
Do I flow through the rivers that flow through your thoughts?
Do you think of me?
Do you create scenarios of me? Yeah, those scenarios that fill the void?
Have you put a spotlight on my body in the center of your mind?
Do you think of me when you're accompanied by silence at 3 a.m?
Do pictures of me flood your mind, when you can't focus on your work?
Do you dream of me?
Do you wake up with tears in your eyes when you realize I'm not by your side?
Come on. Tell me, do you think of me?
Do you get drunk for me? Does the alcohol make the memories go away?
When its 1 a.m on a Friday night and you're with your friends...do thoughts of me pull you under? Do you black out for me?
Come on. Tell me, do I control you yet?
Am I the part of you, you wish to forget?
Am the person, that's caused you so much regret?
Am I the one, that has you hooked?
Am I the one with the power?
Come on, tell me. Do you think of me?", you whisper through your doorbell speaker at the entrance of your apartment.
It's 3:30 a.m, and yes, it's Friday and yes, I've got tears running down my face, as the rain runs down my clothes. But I think to myself, that it doesn't matter, I need him. I need this, the pain, it's a drug to me, and no amount of rehab can fix me.
I press the glowing yellow button and reply breathlessly, " I'm here you sadistic *******, that's your answer. Now let me in, and make me forget. Let me run my hands over your skin and turn your body into braille. Let me feel you against me, and then... let me forget."
I hear the buzz, and reach for the cold wet door ****.
then, once inside the door frame, you cloud my mind and I go numb.
"Yes, I think of you, and no, the alcohol doesn't make me forget, only your skin can do that."
Have you stored me in a drawer along with your vices?
Do I flow through the rivers that flow through your thoughts?
Do you think of me?
Do you create scenarios of me? Yeah, those scenarios that fill the void?
Have you put a spotlight on my body in the center of your mind?
Do you think of me when you're accompanied by silence at 3 a.m?
Do pictures of me flood your mind, when you can't focus on your work?
Do you dream of me?
Do you wake up with tears in your eyes when you realize I'm not by your side?
Come on. Tell me, do you think of me?
Do you get drunk for me? Does the alcohol make the memories go away?
When its 1 a.m on a Friday night and you're with your friends...do thoughts of me pull you under? Do you black out for me?
Come on. Tell me, do I control you yet?
Am I the part of you, you wish to forget?
Am the person, that's caused you so much regret?
Am I the one, that has you hooked?
Am I the one with the power?
Come on, tell me. Do you think of me?", you whisper through your doorbell speaker at the entrance of your apartment.
It's 3:30 a.m, and yes, it's Friday and yes, I've got tears running down my face, as the rain runs down my clothes. But I think to myself, that it doesn't matter, I need him. I need this, the pain, it's a drug to me, and no amount of rehab can fix me.
I press the glowing yellow button and reply breathlessly, " I'm here you sadistic *******, that's your answer. Now let me in, and make me forget. Let me run my hands over your skin and turn your body into braille. Let me feel you against me, and then... let me forget."
I hear the buzz, and reach for the cold wet door ****.
then, once inside the door frame, you cloud my mind and I go numb.
"Yes, I think of you, and no, the alcohol doesn't make me forget, only your skin can do that."
