You are gone
Yet here you stand
Your hands around my wrists.
You are nothing but a bloodied thorn
Stabbed into my neck.
Yet here you are
On my mind for another while it seems
Controlling my thoughts and actions while I'm tearing at the seams.
To forget you would be a great burden off my shoulders
Yet here I am wondering what's behind these mental borders.
I need to know.
That's how it goes.
The need. The desire.
Is that what you felt?
When you pushed between.
When you broke apart this little thing I call me.
There's needs and there's desires.
Do I need to know what you did to me?
Or do I just desire to know?
At the moment I feel a desire, a need, to forget it all.
Just so I can move on.
You didn't break my heart.
In fact I bearly knew you.
You just broke something else.
Me.
In truth I wish it was my heart you broke.
Cause a heart is so much easier to fix.
