The words you left behind to
strangle me,
smother me
I can't get them to stop showing up in my mind
"I don't hate you..."
Are you still really that blind?
Do you still think I'm some damsel
waiting to be saved
But if you're not the hero,
This must be a tragic love story.
In your own mind,
You must have kept
a fabulous character for yourself.
Truth be told,
I miss you.
The way you used to overwhelm me,
Touch me, kiss me,
how you could chase all my demons away
Where is that simplicity now?
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 2:08 PM UTC
The words you left behind to
strangle me,
smother me
I can't get them to stop showing up in my mind
"I don't hate you..."
Are you still really that blind?
Do you still think I'm some damsel
waiting to be saved
But if you're not the hero,
This must be a tragic love story.
In your own mind,
You must have kept
a fabulous character for yourself.
Truth be told,
I miss you.
The way you used to overwhelm me,
Touch me, kiss me,
how you could chase all my demons away
Where is that simplicity now?
