You seem to pop up in my head,
during most nights,
just like the countless summer nights we spend together.
When this happens,
I just think to myself,
"There goes the one I love the most".
I wish I didn't push you away,
So I wouldn't have to face this alone.
I wish you had fought for me,
but you wouldn't of won anyways.
I miss the times you would run
your fingers through my dark hair.
I miss those times you would laugh that laugh,
I grew to love, at my absent minded comments.
"How do I stop this slide show of painful memories" I scream.
I just need to cry,
get it all out.
Let the tears flow unchecked down my face.
Maybe, when the sun comes up,
our memories will fade away.
Because it's our memories that are doing
this to me.
I want you to want me,
like you did, not too long ago.
I'm still the girl you loved,
not too long ago.
I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a pouring ran,
wishing I could dance with you.
I was sick, that's what tore us apart,
now I'm just a little unwell in the head.
But you use to love that about me
