Wake Me Up When It's All Over

His smile is haunting me; I see it everywhere-- In my sleep, when I look in the mirror, in the clouds... I can run but I can't hide from his memory. I am now regretting the fact that I fell in love with him... Oh how horrible that looks as I right each letter in a beautiful manuscript...

I want so badly to throw all of his beautiful poems and love letters into the fireplace-- I would probably jump in after them; Shred all of his remains and plead with God to make them along with my feelings for him to disappear into thin air. [ I would never get that lucky though ]

My chest is heavy and my lungs are filled with tears I have been trying so hard to fight back; I long to curl up in a dark corner and sleep until this is all over... Wake me up when August... No September... Maybe December. Let me know when those months are gone.