i still
stop breathing;
when you look at me.
i still
get excited;
about a cigarette
i still
put on makeup;
though i have nowhere to go.
i still
wait next to the phone;
even when it's unplugged.
i still
hold tight;
when told to let go.
i still
push harder;
when i'm supposed to let up.
i still
kiss you;
when you pull away.
i still
sit in the dark;
when all i need is light.
i still
keep walking;
when my feet start to ache.
i still
wait for you;
after 3 A.M.
i still
live;
when my body shuts down.
i still
read;
old bedtime stories.
i still
pray to god;
now that i've quit believing.
i still
listen for your voice;
though your really miles away.
---------------------Why Don't You
still
love me?
old habbits die hard...i guess,
but you used hate as a weapon.
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