Saturday, 16 June 2012
06:41:34 AM (GMT)
Is it Love?
What's the reason for you invading my thoughts day after day?
Why must the thought of your name cause my heart to skip a few beats?
How is it that you can be happy and care-free while I torture myself with all these
I tell myself day after day,
Week after week,
Month after month,
That I'm over you and I will be free of your hold.
Every day I'm proven wrong.
Each night my mind wanders to the good ol' days.
The days when it was just me and you against the world.
And how in the end,
The world won.
Part of me regrets.
Oh boy, does it regret.
I miss the touch of your skin.
The feel of your hair running between my fingers.
The gentleness of your lips upon mine.
Every good memory, though, is tainted with hate.
Each time you rejected me in the end.
Every time you ignored me.
And each time my heart broke just a little more.
Now you hate me.
And you have her.
I should move on.
I need to get rid of this obsession.
But I can't.
For some reason I don't want to forget.
I can't forget.
I told you one day that a part of my heart will always belong to you.
If I didn't say it,
I thought it.
And I thought it each and every day.
Little did I know,
That each and every day that I saw you.
That I saw that smile.
That I laughed at your jokes.
It became true.
Painstakingly and annoyingly true.
Now I can't get rid of you.
It's slowly killing me.
This year I'm going to try to get rid of you.
You won't invade my thoughts any longer.
I'll show someone else my heart,
And they'll clear you out.
But until then you're here to stay.
I wouldn't have it any other way.