My mind stretches outward. AS my fist reaches the wall. Bruising the skin and muscles.
I think of him, Dark hair. Blue eyes..
I close my own, As tears reach me. I miss you... My god I miss you...
I tell myself to forget you, When I have forgiven you.
My heart still feels like yours, My mind.. Is somewhere else..
Please be alive.. Live your life to the fullest..
I will see you one day.. My dark one..
Fading into sleep, I only dream of him. When my heart is someone elses.
Why Do I still think about him? It's making me cry because I wish my reaction to what he did was different.. I still love and care for him.. But does he think of me?