Like ripping off a Band-aid. I haven't listened to music in a real way since I saw you.
I was selfish for keeping it to myself, and now that it's yours, I've been floating around like a ghost.
I want this hollow feeling to subside, I want to be filled with joy and laughter and smile—!
(Like the way I smiled around you)
And I just want to feel like...me again.
I keep waiting for phone calls that shouldn't come,
and won't.
I keep wanting to relive that final moment,
or day, or whatever—
it was like you were dying, and only I knew.
and I had to love you with all of me before you left.
And I am tired of pseudo-Romeos—
I think part of me misses you and your...robotics.
You don't believe in dreams,
and dreams (nightmares) of you are all I have left.
Ironic.
I just. miss you.
—but don't want you! don't need you! (can't want you, can't need you)
threadbare heartstrings, and neck bruises
and remembering.
please make it stop, all of it.
I'm mourning something—someone—that was dead long before
either of us realized it,
and I can't. stop.
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