Loving you is like loving the sand in an hourglass
Silky smooth yet coarse as you pass through my fingers.
It’s like catching raindrops in your hands
for every bit you catch, so much more is slipping past.
We had a past.
A pretty good one too,
Yet I must be an hourglass
As I can feel you slipping through,
Your body running over mine
I guess we used up all our time..
I wonder if I’m still on your mind?
You’re on mine..
Every time I close my eyes I feel the touch of your lips, your mouth on my neck, your hips on my hips.
But then they open and I’m alone again, on my own again.
Looking at you through a pane of glass I can see that you’re happy.
Or you seem happy.
Either way I’m happy you’re happy or seem happy cause honestly as long as you’re happy it’s fine that I’m not.
You found friends and a direction
While I payed to get lost.
I disappeared into a sea of bodies and alcohol and way too hyped DJs
I did this on replay
Over
And over
And over again.
And while I’m getting better at hiding the pain
I can’t seem to stop meeting new people with your name.
I’m not sure if this is a sign that I’m supposed to forget you
I mean I’m certainly glad I met you
But now I need you to let me go,
For the final time
I loved you
Now it’s time for me to go.
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C.C.
