Hayden's not coming back
Getting rid of this heartache is my default
So I'll get on my skateboard
And pray that I fall
I kind of like when my skin scrapes the pavement
For a brief moment I forget
I forget all about Hayden
My skin matches my wounded heart
Bleeding
Bruised
Falling apart
Who needs therapy when this is the best way?
Fall down
Pick myself up
And go on with my day
Sadly the pain doesn't distract me for long
I know it's stupid
But I look for him after every fall
I think of what he would do whenever I slip
Run towards me
And lightly kiss my busted lip
Maybe he'd pick me up
Carry me to the car
Baby me constantly
Kiss all my scars
Wipe the tears from my eyes
Ask if I'm okay
Caress the bruises on my thighs
He would probably encourage me
Cheer me on
Laugh maybe
It's hard to say because he's fucking gone
I really wish I knew where I went wrong
And just like a flood
There's all the depressing thoughts
Wishing he was here
Realizing that he's not
So back to the skateboard
The temporary therapy
Hit the pavement again
The most painful remedy
-LS
