Wednesday, February 15, 2012

It goes on.

And in this next heartbeat, I'll forget your skin
And the way it felt to wake up next to you.
I'll let go of being yours, and of the anger
Of being led to believe lies.
Two seconds from now, I won't remember:
Laundry Saturdays
Popeyes
Video Games
Watching movies in bed
(not even our first time).
The CD in my car may not change itself,
And I may wake up tomorrow feeling sad,
But I CAN erase you
And your eyes, your smile...
I can lock myself back up, throw you out;
I could put a million walls and doors and
Miles of space
B e t w e e n U s .

And it would help, yes.
But it's still not what I want.

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