Your words cut so deep; Enough to **** what's left of the good in me. I watch you leave, anxious, helpless, unable to move. My teeth pierce my tongue. The tears always hurt more than the taste of blood.
The thoughts and nervous panic never prepared me for this. You never prepared me for this.
Through eyes half shut I see you there, laying just next to me. I could reach out and touch you, And yet you feel like you are miles away. Distant and lost. Somewhere out there, far away from me. Or maybe that's just how it seems because that is where you want to be.
As you brush the strings of that old guitar, your acoustic harmonies catch me in an embrace that I can't seem to free myself from. The feeling surrounds me and entwined in the composition, I see you there wrapped up in a passion that you can't seem to contain. Those notes reach out and wrap around my soul, pulling me in every direction.
Here we sit, surrounded by all the chords bouncing from wall to wall, entangled in the melody that is you and I.