ME Myself and HER

Look back at the day it all began.
Your taste still lingers here.
Your touch still invades my world.
You got your wish.
But what about mine?

How long is this going to last?
Some questions have no answers…
Some things are better left unsaid…
Some words are never spoken…
They are felt.
I am still dreaming.
I wish I could wake up.

You still have that effect on me.
It rains because I still cry.
Why do I run away?
I wish you could know why I do this.
I can still hear you breathe.
I can still smell your scent.
I wonder why I love you still?

I don’t know you anymore.
But I know my scars.
I can show you.
Are you ready?
Do you even remember me?
Do you even read this?
She does.

She knows I am wounded but loves me still.
Who’s love is greater?
Mine or her’s?
I hope love does not do the same to us.
She tries to fix me,
and makes a bigger mess.
She tries to love me anyway.

I know you’re happy without me,
and that you are sad as well.
Is it possible to love a dead heart?
Can you answer that?
I guess it is…
because she loves me…
…and I love you.