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Every time I think you're really gone,
You walk back into my life by chance
I know I should stay away, but my mind
And heart are in a conflicting dance
Every time I think I don't need you
Life throws more trouble at me
And I realize that it's in your arms
That I truly long to be...
Every time I think I can walk away,
Forget the longing and the pain,
I wish I could call out to you
And beg you to remain...
You're my addiction
Can't live without you
But being around you is tearing me apart
You're my affliction
Can't be around you
Gotta cure this addiction to save my heart
I know I'm no longer a part
Of your clandestine, your secret world
I know it's none of my business;
I'm not good enough to be your girl
You seem so lost, alone, confused
Can't turn my back and walk away
I want to take your hand and lead you
Tell you everything will be okay
And it hurts to see you in the dark
Frustrated and alone
Can't stand it, 'cause your pain
Hurts me more than my own
I remember the sweetest night of my life
We danced that night
To no one's rhythm
But our own.
My heart raced as
You held me close
And I thought my heart
Your eyes were gentle,
Teasing me sweetly
And you whispered,
"I really do love you, you know,"
And I knew.
I said, "I love you too."
I flung my arms
Around your neck
Clumsily, so clumsily
But you didn't seem to care.
And every kiss was as beautiful
As the white roses
Upon my wrist.
And when we took you home
You held my hand
And it was perfect.
As we pulled away, I mouthed,
"I love you,"
And you mouthed,
"I love you too."
Silent words, that, to me,
Were loud and clear
As a bell.
And when I was home
I thought of nothing
Even now, every night
I fall asleep
To thoughts of you,
But my nights are no longer sweet.
They are bittersweet;
Sweet within my heart,
Salty in my mouth.
Sleep is no longer a rest
But a Sanctuary
In which to pretend
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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