In some ways, it seems to be months. In other ways, days.
My child cried for you today.
I stay up until the early morning hours, till the point I'm so exhausted that my eyes will close and sleep will come immediately.
Because the bed is so cold and lonely without you in it.
I miss the way you would snuggle your face between my shoulder blades, your breath running across my spine. It was so sensual and somehow we felt like one this way.
I miss my head on your chest, fingers running through the hair you seemed to dislike.
I wish I could block you from my mind completely. It would be easier. Yet thoughts of you come at the weirdest times.
Like, in the shower tonight. It popped into my head out of nowhere. You told me you had never enjoyed eating pussy until you were with me. You said it was for various reasons..... I never expected or demanded it of you, it was pretty, and that I actually understood how important hygiene was. What came to mind today was that the reason the girls (sorry, I truly can't refer to them as women) you were with weren't concerned with hygiene is simply because they care more for their needle than that.
See what I mean? The weirdest things pop in my head about you.
So, would you please get the fuck out of my head now?
I heard a song tonight. It is now my song to you.
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"Bones Exposed" Of Mice and Men
It's like loving a lion that cannot be tamed,
I snap at the thought or the sound of your name.
Pulling teeth from my stomach,
you've been eaten alive.
My blood fills your lungs,
my soul, you're inside.
My feet they stand on ashes from the fires that you've made.
Burning bridges just to save your face.
If I say I wouldn't be hostile,
could you say you would do the same?
If we're all made just a little bit broken,
tell me who is to blame?
tell me who is to blame?
I'm sensing a feeling picking wounds of regret,
That left alone there's no scarring I'll dig and I'll dig,
Scratching and itching I'll keep biting my lip,
from this pain that I'm feeling,
picking wounds of regret.
A cut cannot heal,
unless you leave it alone.
I'll open mine daily,
leaving bones exposed.
If I say I wouldn't be hostile,
could you say you would do the same?
If we're all made just a little bit broken,
tell me who is to blame?
tell me who is to blame?
Standing on ashes from the fires you've made,
burning your bridges just to save your face.
Wounds of regret.
If I say I wouldn't be hostile,
could you say you would do the same?
If we're all made just a little bit broken,
tell me who is to blame?
tell me who is to blame?
We're broken, imperfect,
we were all made the same.
We're broken, we're broken, imperfect,
we are all to blame.
I snap at the thought or the sound of your name.
Pulling teeth from my stomach,
you've been eaten alive.
My blood fills your lungs,
my soul, you're inside.
My feet they stand on ashes from the fires that you've made.
Burning bridges just to save your face.
If I say I wouldn't be hostile,
could you say you would do the same?
If we're all made just a little bit broken,
tell me who is to blame?
tell me who is to blame?
I'm sensing a feeling picking wounds of regret,
That left alone there's no scarring I'll dig and I'll dig,
Scratching and itching I'll keep biting my lip,
from this pain that I'm feeling,
picking wounds of regret.
A cut cannot heal,
unless you leave it alone.
I'll open mine daily,
leaving bones exposed.
If I say I wouldn't be hostile,
could you say you would do the same?
If we're all made just a little bit broken,
tell me who is to blame?
tell me who is to blame?
Standing on ashes from the fires you've made,
burning your bridges just to save your face.
Wounds of regret.
If I say I wouldn't be hostile,
could you say you would do the same?
If we're all made just a little bit broken,
tell me who is to blame?
tell me who is to blame?
We're broken, imperfect,
we were all made the same.
We're broken, we're broken, imperfect,
we are all to blame.
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