Come back and lull me to sleep
with all the excuses why you had to leave me,
and I’ll dream of the will
to let you back in.
I tell myself I am strong,
that I won’t go back,
but I know that if you turned around
I would drop everything to be with you again.
I tell myself I would never let you back in,
but you never really left.
You live in my words and my veins,
and no amount of writing
or blood spilt
could get rid of you.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
Come back and lull me to sleep
with all the excuses why you had to leave me,
and I’ll dream of the will
to let you back in.
I tell myself I am strong,
that I won’t go back,
but I know that if you turned around
I would drop everything to be with you again.
I tell myself I would never let you back in,
but you never really left.
You live in my words and my veins,
and no amount of writing
or blood spilt
could get rid of you.
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