She showed me what it was like for every girl that I've ever been with before Thinking that we loved each other equally but in reality I loved her more Because what was before wasn't love just empty lies that formed an abyss Pulling me in oh so dangerously the opposite of this It’s her touch and her touch alone that fills me with bliss Therefore the amount of pain inflicted by her absence is limitless It’s this pain that I fear but it's her I would miss It’s this pain that I fear but it's her I would miss I miss you And I still keep the flower that you put in my hair on that shelf in my bedroom And it sits on top of the rock that reads fuck off I love you that you carved into But each day it withers away with the hope that I had and I'm glad But more so I'm mad at myself for allowing that constant reminder of you to live there on that shelf for as long as it has Letting it slowly lose it's color When I could easily take it away by holding it to a flame until it turns a whole new shade of grey I’m not quite sure that I'll ever find the strength To forgive myself for letting you go And to try and forget the words that I never had the chance to say The words that I so badly wanted you to know I miss you Unsteady I’m still not ready to let go Let go of this Unsteady I see your letting your control Control slip She was at his house house having a drink like the night before But I was on her mind and she couldn't ignore it anymore And then she decides to call me And the words that she chose to say were appalling She said that she missed me every second of every day She said the words that I'd only dreamt that she would say Maybe it's true and she loves me Or maybe she just loves the way that I make her feel Maybe she loves the way that I look at her Maybe my love was real Unsteady I’m still not ready to let go Let go of this Unsteady I see your letting your control Control slip
Maybe I'm sane but I can't help but feel strange Tangents of thoughts that I thought had purpose lose purpose leaving me perplexed But less so than when I didn't know how useless such thoughts could really be But now I can see that if she is a reality then at least someone knows the real me and how uncertainty fills this temple that I've come to know as my own body shackled by the Tyranny of customs I shake but these chains won't break I’m a slave I long to be set free in hopes that I can see not only what I can but what others perceive