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[androidheart]

It stings and bites
worse yet, week to week
where my Ghostly fingertips
long again for your sallow cheek

I couldn't if I dared
and I wouldn't, as I've tried
to look beyond something like "You and I"
where I could sing,
with a Broken guitar string
and a heart to match
a girl that Lied
and never looked back

I want to quit,
and yet I can't
I want to sit,
and yet I shan't
bereft of former heart and soul
take what Remains and make me Whole
held against your chest
there is nothing else Left

Comments

[androidheart]

I don't have an answer for that. Sorry.

[compendiem]

I'm not looking for a correct answer. Just an opinion.

[androidheart]

Maybe.

With great difficulty.

[compendiem]

Good enough for me. Will you go to the beach with me some time next month?

[androidheart]

In February?

You won't be cold?

[compendiem]

In February. We'll wear coats.

[androidheart]

Any particular reason...?

[compendiem]

Because February is cold.
I'm assuming you're asking about the beach, though. You said one of your first memories was at the beach, and in it, you were happy. I know you said you don't want to remember anymore, but if you're willing, I think trying this might help bridge that gap.