I never thought real love could fade.
If it's gone was it ever really true?
But our happy memories I couldn't trade.
Yet I don't think I can any longer love you.
You ignore me and push me far away.
You're too busy or I'm not good enough,
And you only come around every other day.
I tried to get rid of all of your stuff.
But the memories bury deeper than you think.
Like the smell of another guys cologne;
or and odd pair of boxers that just happen to be pink.
No right now I am no longer alone,
but the days seem like they're leading to no where
and lust doesn't touch me the way it use to.
My body keeps telling me this isn't fair,
and that I should just completely forget you.
Perhaps eventually you will leave the mind,
because he is sure great to me and I might love him,
he truly is a wonderful find.
He lifts my heart and makes me wonder,
but something keeps me from getting too close,
and again my body and mind so does wander.
