I miss you.
There's no other way of putting it.
The hole in my head doesn't get any smaller trying to think otherwise.
Do you think about me when our music plays? Do you play any of our music? The shit we used to listen to, living like there was no tomorrow? Do you feel the corners of your eyes starting to soak? Do you find yourself wiping them away, too? Constantly, and in a crowded room full of happy people?
Just sitting there, numb, and trying to blend in? Just when you think it's finally working?
Do you find yourself wondering how I must be doing too? I do, but it only makes me sad to think that you don't. Why would you?
Do you get woken up in the middle of the night too? Thinking that it was just a bad dream? I have a lot of those, but you know that. Do you find yourself come to the realization that it isn't just a dream, and hate waking up, too?
Do you still blame me for everything? Do you still think I didn't just want you to be happy? Do you still make me out to be the enemy? I understand, I really do.
Do you ever think about all those times, and all those nights? I try really hard not to, but the harder I seem to try, the worse it seems to get. Do you ever feel that way?
Do you remember all the stupid jokes we had? All the lame puns I would make, and how you would giggle like a little kid? Or how I'd always try to protect you from the mean, cold world?
Do you remember everything I just carelessly threw away? And more if you had asked for it?
Probably not.
There's no other way of putting it.
The hole in my head doesn't get any smaller trying to think otherwise.
Do you think about me when our music plays? Do you play any of our music? The shit we used to listen to, living like there was no tomorrow? Do you feel the corners of your eyes starting to soak? Do you find yourself wiping them away, too? Constantly, and in a crowded room full of happy people?
Just sitting there, numb, and trying to blend in? Just when you think it's finally working?
Do you find yourself wondering how I must be doing too? I do, but it only makes me sad to think that you don't. Why would you?
Do you get woken up in the middle of the night too? Thinking that it was just a bad dream? I have a lot of those, but you know that. Do you find yourself come to the realization that it isn't just a dream, and hate waking up, too?
Do you still blame me for everything? Do you still think I didn't just want you to be happy? Do you still make me out to be the enemy? I understand, I really do.
Do you ever think about all those times, and all those nights? I try really hard not to, but the harder I seem to try, the worse it seems to get. Do you ever feel that way?
Do you remember all the stupid jokes we had? All the lame puns I would make, and how you would giggle like a little kid? Or how I'd always try to protect you from the mean, cold world?
Do you remember everything I just carelessly threw away? And more if you had asked for it?
Probably not.
3 comments:
Do YOU feel like nothing can ever make this better? Make life..better?
More so, do you believe in magic..or miracles? or that life may give you a sneaky surprise? The good kind of surprise.
I suppose, I don't know? If only I could turn my mind off sometimes, things would be much better.
I don't believe in magic, or miracles. Random occurrences, sure, but I have a thing against just sitting and waiting for things to get better.
And of course, I Can't really say what's going to happen next, evidently.
I get that, I really do.
I thought believing in magic or miracles was that you didn't expect anything and then got surprised.
Anyhoo..stay good dude!
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