Sickly Love Shape
I stare at your picture,
its so, exotic now to me,
to see you healthy for once,
and is it true, that look on your face, says your finally happy...
Your bodys getting back in shape,
no longer are you starved,
no longer do drugs eat you away,
and still, my eyes graze the skin above my heart...
I thought I once let go of it,
let it fall back into your hands,
though you never begged it back from me,
instead, you begged for forgiveness, and to let you be my man...
Foolish girl am I,
who can not make up her mind,
one moment Im still angry and mad,
the next, I see you, and all i want is for the time when you were mine...
When your away, not part of my life,
it seems that I am fine,
but like the drugs so unhealthy for you,
it seems your still the drug choice of my untimely demise...
I want to send you far away,
and yet I want to pull you safe into my arms,
I want to hold you through the night,
and yet, when we touch it doesnt feel right anymore at all...
I love you, my heart still says its true,
but I must tell you that I do not,
for if I tell you that I love you,
But will not come back into your arms, all im doing is playing with your heart...
What is this creature playing with our hearts,
what sickly love shape we have made,
in love with you, and him, still hurt and now safe,
part of me pulls me to you whos love i always held and part to him whos love i always will...
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