I'm lost inside confusion and wisdom won't unlock the door. These dreary days leave me bound to your fragrance and the addictive habit you placed upon me. I can't seem to lose your face and erase all the moments that had "us" tattooed across them. This simple beam of light only shines so you can see my cheek, draining waterfalls from my spring. I tried so hard to pick it up, to move along and let it be. But happiness seems to be on back order, so I'll just have to wait.
I know I was living as your mistake. You wanted green eyes on her instead of blue, blonde hair instead of what you got. You chose to be ungrateful and rude, when all I did was love every bit of you. I only wish you were the same and I didn't have to re-inhale love and find out what it feels like, absorb its bitter pill taste.
You were the drug I became so used to, so call this withdrawal. Every hour I spent with you, I could have been alive a little longer. And on the floor, in this corner, where I now sit, I feel stupid for holding onto you longer than you deserved. Nothing can fix what can no longer be improved. Your mouth wants my body, but your heart doesn't know what to do. And as you shuffle through your good guy/bad guy routine, I'm in the arms of a real gentleman, who can appreciate what I am and what I do, unlike you.
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