Ouch: i'm still not over you

like glass

maybe if we could touch again

i could finally get over you

and you would leap out of my head

and clear my skies so blue.

maybe if i could feel you close

pressed up against me

maybe i'd feel such bolder regret

to drown out my misery.

and maybe then i would forget,

i would hate you to the bone

and maybe i'd wish we never met

instead of wishing you had known.

in all of my anger, i want you back

to touch you, to hold you, shatter you

like glass.