(12/30/2017) 3:04am
Continuous memories cycling through my head
Flashbacks to me of empty statements you said
"Because of you I could have been dead
But I have visions of you sick beside my bed"
You know I'm not even there but it's me you see
Not alone not free, not even with me
You control the pieces of me which continue to feed
Our nostalgia awakes every time that I sleep
My reality shifts and I'm back in my mind
Recreations of you eat my soul and I continue to try
Touching myself, I wake up and I cry
I thought I felt your warmth holding me each night
