I miss you. There I said it. I'm so tired of trying to act like I'm a player and that you were just another girl. I think of you everyday and it kills me. It just feels like I have to tell my heart to beat, please continue to pump. And I have those moments where I say to myself, get over it MAN! But I can't, I just cant. Why'd you have to mean so much? Why'd you have to go? Why now?!? God, why are you doing this to me? Do you even care? I just want to know if I ever cross your mind. If you still eat peanut butter and waffles with maple syrup and get your hands dirty and think of me. And if you do think of me, for maybe that one second, do you smile? Does your heart skip a beat? I don't even feel mine beat, mine skips every time I think of you and that's always. Do you still have the pictures, my jacket, my notes? I know you still have my heart. Do you know how to use it now, because you didn't always? I want to be one of kind, perfect, just for you. My last question... May I be that?
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