blurred lines & pathetic crimes

Letting go of something special without any closure is a torturous dance. Why didn’t he stay? Everyone leaves. How did he do it? Stop the bleeding I mean, or did he not bleed? Am I really that disposable? Am I the problem? I can’t seem to find the leak but there’s a puddle on my pillow. Why hasn’t he called? In the mirror second guessing myself. Anything you want, yes I can do, I will learn. Let me try again. Ophelia I am grieving, I pray you remember, remember for me because I’ve lost him as I’v lost my poem. 2 things I can not believe had a purpose that was only momentarily. Orchid.

If he came back I’d let him in, I would run into him like the wind. I would have road with you till the wheels fell off but you couldn’t get a grip and then you folded.