Untitled. 11.17.09

by hippiehxc   Nov 17, 2009

I've been sitting on this road for way too long. Its gotten to a point where the tar is forming to fit the outlines of my shoes. The drains aren't working, and its never rained this hard. It worries me that you might not come to save me when the water gets too high. I'm dreaming to make believe that this is all just one big misunderstanding. But we all know that this is as real as it gets.
The wind has started to pick up and the leaves are whipping past me. I keep running toward you, but I can't seem to get any closer. My legs aren't what they used to be. Maybe I'm a little too late to make everything right. Your words still haven't stopped haunting me.
I'd give anything just to touch your face again. There was a point in time where there wasn't anything more familiar. Every inch of my skin knew every inch of yours. We'd be tangled up in the sheets at night and I wouldn't mind it one bit. I still haven't been able to wash your scent off. That just makes kicking this addiction so much harder.
These sheets are cutting my skin. I can't help but remember how much better it felt falling into you.


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