Dusty Feelings

I haven't been here since the summer,
I dont come here anymore, it hurts
me to remember what happened that night
and the indifference the next day.

Since then I've met another, the one,
And now this torent comes back.
One night this week I remembered
the one night that week I cant.

I still think what if, maybe,
but then I have to stop myself
from hoping, praying for the truth
to come out of your mouth.

I want to know where you were,
I want to know if you shared
the body I did that night
I want to know but not.

I need to be told either way
from you that it can't ever
be how I've been picturing it,
that its just careless dreams.

I know the end of the story
but I'd read it over until the
pages turned to dust in my hands,
the story ingrained in my mind.

Every week I see you laugh
until I want to leave here
I can't take the memory
But I still can't let go

Right now I feel like running
faster, stronger to anywhere
that promises amnesia, relief,
from the torture you provide.

I wish I could go back again
but more I wish to erase
that night I loved until now,
my strength is out, I'm done.