And still.
I’m writing these poems about you.
With no rhyme in sight.
The rhythm a loss.
And Still,
You haunt my dreams.
I wake up screaming.
Boy is it hard to stop that shaking,
When I can still imagine your touch.
And Still,
I grit my teeth and face the fact.
That your interpretation of love.
Don’t even come close to mine.
But I never loved you.
And Still,
I’ll try to convince myself.
That I’m over you.
That every time I smell you,
I don’t want you.
But still,
I want you.
Still,
I crave you.
Like a drug I know you will hurt me.
But still I want that hit.
Like the knife I know the marks will show,
But the pain is worth it.
Still,
You haunt me.
Still.
I need you.
Still.
I fucking love you.
Get out of my head.
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