How could you hate me so much?

"you made it easy."

Here you are old flame,
your tongue's all twisted with words
you cant say.

If you think simple things
you'll just be simple,
how very wrong you are.
How very wrong you are...

Yes. I miss you. I miss every bit of you. I miss how good you were for me, I miss what I was for you. I thought it was perfect... I knew you were for me, for sure. I needed you. You kept me in line, and I softened the blows to you.

It's an impossible desire. All I can do is relive my memories, our snapshot photographs in my head.

but it was all just a dream...

a bit of wisdom from Kevin Smith, edited for correctness will keep me

going for the meanwhile...

"There's a million fine looking men in the world, girl. But, they don't all bring you milkshakes at work. Most of 'em just cheat on you..."

I'm buckled up for a wild ride.

We are very new, I'm riding the waves.

Never sure if I'm about to go under,

or over the swell.

Either way, I can feel sensation again.

It's been so long and I'm

very grateful for resuscitation.

Thank you for bringing me back,

from the Island of Broken Toys.

Just let me lay here for a moment with you.

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