3/2/13 my greatest love
I loved the way, you looked at me,
Telling me things, I didn’t want to hear.
I fell apart, a shattered heart now surrounds my feet.
Every step hurts, but I’ve got to move forward.
I’ve got ta take a stand.
I’ve got to turn the page, to the next chapter.
So, I read alone these recent nights,
My sleeping habits have changed and this bed feels emptier
No matter how many times I change the sheets, I still smell you.
I still smell the scent of your entire body, from top to bottom.
And I try to remember what it’s like to breath, because the sheets that once held us together, now suffocate me.
You made me forget everything I don’t want to remember.
In this bed, where we made violins cry.
We made wine glasses disappear,
We left the do not disturb sign hang on my door for way too long because, we forgot to remove it.
The imprint of you is something I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to remove.
Or I don’t want to.
Or I want to want to remember what it’s like to be held in the arms of a lover
In the mind of tambourine,
We shook the core until our symbols connected.
On more than one level we loved our demons
And threw our god to the casket.
Let our devil devour us.
Let the lust take over and lose ourselves to the night.
To the next day,
To the mornings where we woke up and we never left my bed.
To feel the touch, of your body,
I still smell you.
I smell the nights when we would laugh in silence,
Remembering the first time we made out.
Having your lips pull at mine,
Turning the key to my car,
So I can get you back, as quickly as possible, to the bed
Where I don’t have to take painful steps,
And I can fall apart, right back into your arms.
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 2:43 AM UTC
3/2/13 my greatest love
I loved the way, you looked at me,
Telling me things, I didn’t want to hear.
I fell apart, a shattered heart now surrounds my feet.
Every step hurts, but I’ve got to move forward.
I’ve got ta take a stand.
I’ve got to turn the page, to the next chapter.
So, I read alone these recent nights,
My sleeping habits have changed and this bed feels emptier
No matter how many times I change the sheets, I still smell you.
I still smell the scent of your entire body, from top to bottom.
And I try to remember what it’s like to breath, because the sheets that once held us together, now suffocate me.
You made me forget everything I don’t want to remember.
In this bed, where we made violins cry.
We made wine glasses disappear,
We left the do not disturb sign hang on my door for way too long because, we forgot to remove it.
The imprint of you is something I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to remove.
Or I don’t want to.
Or I want to want to remember what it’s like to be held in the arms of a lover
In the mind of tambourine,
We shook the core until our symbols connected.
On more than one level we loved our demons
And threw our god to the casket.
Let our devil devour us.
Let the lust take over and lose ourselves to the night.
To the next day,
To the mornings where we woke up and we never left my bed.
To feel the touch, of your body,
I still smell you.
I smell the nights when we would laugh in silence,
Remembering the first time we made out.
Having your lips pull at mine,
Turning the key to my car,
So I can get you back, as quickly as possible, to the bed
Where I don’t have to take painful steps,
And I can fall apart, right back into your arms.
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