i like to think you think about me
every night when you have no one to whisper down the phone to
when you're scared with decisions to make and no one to guide you
i like to think of you convincing yourself to speak to me
then calmly talking yourself out of it
that you're still like me suffocating on wasted love
i'm terrified to think
you think of me as dead
you've removed all signs of me
bedsheets, my clothes, old birthday cards
i see them burning out your back garden
each one of my neatly written 'i love you's' as ash blowing in the wind
i wish you'd stop to look around
remember when we almost lost each other
you told me you seen two daisies growing in the grass
a pair on their own with only each other
you said they were like us
me and you
where are those stupid flowers now?

when i thought i was getting a cold
you'd tell me to sleep
or take painkillers
and although i knew your answers
i'd listen to every word and follow
the problem is
i never stopped to pay attention
and appreciate how much you cared
those **** little things
are creeping up on me every day
and when they do
they scare the life out of me

there was beauty in her heart
and in a heartbeat it was gone
your breathing was too heavy
and your hands were too strong
the bruises she left on your neck
were like reminders of a disease
you vomited down her parents toliet
she still kissed you on the cheek
your skin felt so ***** you scrubbed
until you scraped it all away

now you walk around like a ghost
hoping you're not seen
you keep apologising to her
even in your sleep

when im lying in bed trying to sleep
i imagine you lying opposite me
as the pixels fall into place
my heartbeat becomes more defined
i focus on how on beautiful you are
or should i say were?
you probably think i have no right
to comment on how you look
or know what you're thinking anymore

i whipser into the stillness of the night
but i'm always asleep before you can reply

i was good at things;
like going to school and making my parents proud
you were good at things;
like kissing my neck in a drunken daze
and holding my hand behind everyones back
i think i loved you and that is why i began to hate you
i was never good at hurting people
until i was hurt by you