I’m not used to doing this
I’d normally just close the door
And erase all traces of you ever being here
Should I just
Stick a plaster on the cracks of my heart
And hope the stitches don’t break
Like the parts of my soul have?
And every time I see you
and things seem the same do I
Mop up the blood of the wound
And restick the gape?
Shall I say it’s all fine
And smile and play a part
And act solid as always like a stone
When actually In the quiet of the night
When I’m all alone
I feel like a sheet of glass
With the same stone one step away
From smashing my thoughts
And turning off the light.
I usually would have forgotten your name
And how your hand feels in mine
But I still remember everything and how
Your arms with mine were entwined.
How your skin tastes of only you and
How you know so much about me
And yet you shut me out like I’m just someone you don’t know
And now with you I can’t speak free
And yet you’re in my every thought
All I want is to hold you tight and
Kiss your lips just one more time
And for just one day once again
I could pretend that you are mine.