Who I expected to forget
Instantly.
The truth is that not a day
Has passed without him
Being somewhere in my thoughts.
And if I could I would
Tell myself to go out drinking
The night we met
To go and drown my sorrows
Somewhere else
And to spend another night
Wondering when I'd feel okay.
But now two years have gone
And I still care, and it still
Hurts.
And it never stops.
I feel dirty.
And it never stops.
He was always honest
I was always the optimist.
He was a realist
And I was one of those starry eyed girls
Who hopes for happy-endings
Where there can't be one.
He's home, not wondering where
Or how I am.
I'm out, and hoping
That no matter how I am
He's feeling okay.
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