Withdrawals

I sit at work and I see his name across my address book
Just one look at his name is all it took.
Sometimes I want to call him and just act like nothing happened.
But I won’t be honest with myself, I can’t be just a friend.
Not to him.
Or should I email him and just say hi?
Or maybe I should just go out and get high?
Why not?
I’ll be in another world and I won’t think about him then.
Or maybe I should do my work? Hell, I’ll just pretend.

I’ll write and write and write and write…and write some more and more and more…
‘Til I’m sick of writing all the things my heart wants to pour.
I’ll tell him how good we could be
If he chose me…
If he could fit me into his schedule when he’s free.
If he could hold me and tell me everything will be alright
Just like he did most of the nights.
When I was with him.
When I was with him.
When I was with HIM.

But I made the decision of letting it go and I can’t go back on my word.
Yet my heart aches and my mind creates songs I’ve never heard.

Shit, why is it so hard to forget?

I went to bed thinking about him and I woke up thinking about him
I want to hear his voice again, but the chances are very slim.

Just like the Usher song he says, “Let it burn, let it burn, let it burn.”
Why haven’t I learned…