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:: Tuesday, May 06, 2003 ::
Thinking of You
You mean nothing to me.
I lie to myself again. I push you
Away from me.
Technically, we aren't together.
Technically, I shouldn't care.
But I still love you.
I push aside my feelings,
Shadowing them with my insecurities and weaknesses,
Trying to dim the glow you bring me.
But my heart burns too bright to be extinguished
By this chasm we've created.
Every enchanted moment etched into my mind's eye,
Every experience carved into my psyche,
Every recollection searing my emotional core,
Branding me with your touch,
Your scent,
Your smile,
Your essense,
Your love.
And I find it hard to swallow as I remember watching the sun hide behind the rocky crags of the beach as we lay on my cracked pleather jacket.
And then I think of porn and dirty
Whores that I wouldn't respect and just fuck.
And I find it hard not to cry as I remember the time on your couch when you asked me if I believed in teenage love and I told you "I love you" for the very first time.
And my mind darts away quickly, seeking to dodge
The painful bite of lovely memories,
Memories that will always remind me of you,
Memories that will always remind me of the best years of my life,
Memories that will always remind me of a girl I met in high school that I will always love,
No matter what.
:: Rick Kitagawa 2:32 AM [+] ::
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