Jul 25, 2007 20:55
I wish I could forget you
forget how much I love you.
But you haunt me;
you haunt me like the spirit of my failures
Would that I could take a knife
and cut you from the inside of my heart
the way one pops out the pit of a cherry,
or cuts out a slice of cake.
I wish I could stop wanting you
wanting you to touch me,
But I want you to love me
the way I still do you.
I would wait until the sun stopped shining,
wait until the Earth stopped spinning
for you to touch me again
and make my nerve ending sing.
I must be stupid.
I must be blind.
You put me in a fog
and I don't know if
I even want to find my way out.