Strangers with Memories

i hate days like this

when i can taste you
and smell you
and feel you

i don’t even know who you
yes you do, girl
he is just a stranger now

when I need you to breath for me
when I need you to take every step for me
when I need you to put my words together for me

“If I was not myself
And you were someone else
I’d say so much to you
And I would tell the truth
‘Cause I can hardly breathe”

where the fuck are you?
where did you  go?
when were you fucking here?

“You left my soul bleeding in the dark
So you could be king
The words you said are still untold to me
And I’ve lost my faith in everything”

God, I hate days like this…

15 thoughts on “Strangers with Memories

      1. disconcerted72

        About little ol’ me? 🙂 Thanks!
        It’s going well…it’s a job I’ve done before, and I’m glad to be back in an office environment! I missed being around people, I think.

        Are you back to teaching this week?

      2. I am except it’s -8 out today so we aren’t there LOL. Yes, my dear, I was thinking about little ole you and your new job. But, mostly your lunches with the pigeons. LMAO… No really. Just you.

      3. disconcerted72

        awww…well, aren’t you a sweetie?!?!?
        I’ve been better this week than I thought I would be…I felt really high anxiety over the weekend, but this week has been decent!

        Well, don’t freeze! Stay bundled up under a blankie, huh? 🙂

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