So break my step
And relent
Well you forgave and I won’t forget
Know what we’ve seen
And him with less
Now in some ways
Shake the excess
—
‘cus I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you
And I will wait, I will wait for you
Sleeping is the only way I know how to stop thinking of you.
The worst part is waking up, because for a moment I forget everything, everything that has happened.
And for that moment I am happy, knowing that I am in love with you.
Then I realise where I am, and the moment passes, and I remember everything.
and I wish I could tell you that.
But I feel as if the more I try the more harm I cause.
So I don’t
…
Am I sparing you pain? or causing you more?
There’s not a second goes by when I’m not thinking of you in some way.
I want to see your face, feel your hands in mine, feel you against me.
But I know that will never be.
You left me, and I can’t get you back.
I move like I imagine the damned do, cursed.
And I hear of your coming and your going in the town.
I hear stories of your smile,
I hear stories of your frown.
…
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
Do you ever think of me
In the quiet, in the crowd?
Will you miss me? Will you remember all the good memories we had?
Or will you only remember the pain we caused each other?
reserved for me.
July 8th, we woke up together, we argued as we always do, once a week. For the past 4 months (..god). You get ready to leave; I tell you I want to work things out. You kiss me.
July 9th, you are in hospital, you tried to take your life. Almost succeeded. I’m devastated, I know things were bad but you are still my world. I don’t know how you got there but I’m glad you are ok.
I ask to come see you, you said you didn’t know
I try to cheer you up, send you some silly messages. Just like old times.
July 10th, it doesn’t work, you are cold. I should have expected that, you are in hospital, I can’t imagine how you are feeling.
You are home; you tell me you are ok. I’m happy
Later you tell me I was a main factor in your break down. You say don’t want to speak to me.
“I’m sorry, I’ll let you be”
..
What did I do to set you off? The last text message I sent you was at 6 AM July 9th. I told you I was sorry for things I had done, said. I asked you if we could work things out.
July 11th, nothing.
July 12th, nothing.
… I miss you
What did I do?
