Why do I think of him every night before I sleep?
Why do I dream of the fairytale ending?
Him waiting outside of my house, back up against his camero. Just standing there, waiting. Wanting me and no one else. Saying he never forgot about me. That he wanted me every time I thought of him. That he just needed her to get out of the picture long enough for us to have a complete chance.
Why won’t he have me back?
This pain I feel I can no longer endure. It hurts too much. Flashbacks and empty promises.
The day at the park, long walks, muddy grass. I wanted that night to last a lifetime. It ended too soon, too fast. I want it back. I want him to hold me like he did that night. Just hold me. No impurities. Just two people in a park, watching the cars pass by and deciphering stars and satellites. My head on your shoulder, your hand in mine. I miss you.
Words that are too familiar to me.
They seem meaningless now that you ignore them.
I want them to mean something.
To make your feelings change.
To make you come back to me.
To make you hold me in your arms again.
Warmth, safety, desire.
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