Sweet tears kiss my skin and run down to the left side
I curse diffrent curses again and again in my head
Fuck you Fuck youu Fuch you!
I Hate him I Hate that..grr I Hate him
you're not him.. he's not you.. what have you done with the man I fell in love with..?
these questions so bitter linger on the edge of my toungue held there by a hopless hope that maybe he'll be him again.. you'll be you again..
sometimes I go in with a hope and smile and see you try hard too while we talk I try too hard and during that time in another location called mind I try to convince myself even harder of some external cause for your being some what diffrent from my man
sometimes I go in just like he is inbetween, polite words frozen with boredom.. he sees this and tries to cheer me and just like that I hope again and find myself again talking again to no one but myself
either method leaves me at the same place.. with tears running onto my cheek and into my hand.. pressing my dry lips into salty moisture and begging sleep to make me his for good
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