Wednesday, February 17, 2010

02/17/2010

All your mess

All my friends tell me they want more
Not me
I just want you
all the mess that comes with it

When they throw their sideways looks at me,
I don't pay attention
I know that most of them have never felt what we felt
breathed as deeply as we breathed
or cried as relentlessly as I did when you walked away from me.

Even as we ran from each other
our paths never veered too far part
No matter how much I hate to admit it
I waited for you to stumble into needing me again

I would give back every second I spent with anyone else
to have one more night like we used to have
Back in the day when all we had was time.

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