On Sunday it was just a stroll through the normal motions. Check this, click there, share there, snoop here. Pulled in by anger brings memories of love. Am I wrong to believe I might have one this to you. Expectations way too high emotions way to controlling love way to strong. So I write in pure curiosity with the hope that maybe we could be like we use to be maybe more . I write with hesitation in my fingers to afraid to press enter. I can't let this rage back in , something that engulf in me soothes me when its there and destroys me when its gone. If only I could have closed the manifestation of the only known road I had to getting back to you I wouldn't be here second guessing , typing, hoping , wishing , I would receive a sign telling me you are not there with that other chick while I'm staring at these keys waiting for you to call back. I can't eat barely can sleep, except for the first night, its always that first night where you make me feel just right. But as the days linger on your scent disappears , your name fades in and out but never when I need it. This must be my punishment to pull be back into the depression of embarrassment. How dare someone know how dare anyone know. I wish I could breath again , I just want to breath again. waiting for the shoe to drop my heart to stop and tears to fall.
I'm sorry for letting you down we had a good thing going on and going strong I am sorry this weekend we will get back to you because thats all that is true.
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