Mar 22, 2004 19:48
you're like a ghost that has a fetish with haunting me
as soon as i'm happy you sneak behind my pillows
you lure into my sheets and skim over my legs
your fingers slide up my skin and start to trace my lips
and i stir in my sleep, but that doesn't stop you
you snuggly wrap me up in your arms
and i smile and sigh
it's the perfect illusion in my head
we're together again and i feel content
wow, wait, freeze. eyes open, and my minds now coherent
looking over to the side of my pillow i realize no one is there
only an impression sinking at an angle
suddenly tears will overwhelm my eyes
and the need to hear your voice will remain in my head
the urges will come back and i will violently fight them off all day
i'll start to dial half your number without looking, then hang up
the reminder that you no longer need me will emerge
along with the fact that it's not me that you even want
and it's back to square one.