Does it usually take this long for you to come back to me? It feels like years have passed since I’ve been in your arms. Times like this, I wonder if I ever will be again. You know I need you. Stop doing this, the days are getting longer, I am getting worse, and my lungs are feeling the weight of my heart. I hear your over-used name everyday. My body jerks, my mind flashes your face and my head spins with your words. Did you listen to one of our songs today? I listened to all of them. Read our messages. Analyzed our words. I shouldn’t have said that, I shouldn’t have said that. Is that why you’re so distant? Is that why it’s taking longer for you to return? No. No, it can’t be. I know this is the way you are, the way you’ve been, and the way you always will be. That’s why my heart breaks. It’s in the palm of your hand, you keep throwing it in the trash, then deciding to fish it back out. As more hurt piles on top of me, you find me again, and make it worth everything. I’ll stay at the bottom for as long as you want. But I’ve been low for too long again, and I’m afraid this time you won’t be able to find me. The dig will be too deep for something that isn’t worth it. I’m trying to find my way out, my way up, I need to breathe. Just go back. Remember how you felt about me last week? Use that, get me out of here. Touch me. Feel me, want me, you know you can. This silence makes me crazy. The silence of touch, of words. Is this the last time, will I ever hear us again?
I want you. (for awhile)
I want you too. (forever)
