Sometimes it seems as if the past is still present. I can see that everything is over... But still feel like nothing has ended.
There's one moment in my mind and one lasting encounter... As I remember that one time I sat on your counter...
I keep wondering... Did you somehow complete me like some incongruent puzzle? Or did I solve myself after you left me alone to struggle?
Sometimes I feel like an undertowhas swept me up. Forcibly suffocating, pulling, and dragging me so much farther out than I thought I'd ever be able to go...
Five minutes pass and a hundred moments run through my mind. And when I try to hit fast-forward... I click the damn rewind.
Like a cookie cutter I will outline your hands... Delicately tracing you with my fingers.
Why do I leave the shower looking so puffy and red? It's because all I did was just stand there... Replaying all the things I wish I had said.
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Like a loose thread on your favorite sweater you unraveled me. Nonchalantly picking, pulling, and tugging at me... Until I was left nothing but a tangled mess.
Just when I thought it was over... The undertow sucked me back in. So now I'll be dragged, jerked, and drowned... As punishment for another fucking sin.