I look at the wall, where my gray hoodie hangs,
And my subconscious rips me of the peace I’ve so lived in,
Bringing back the pleasant memories of the forgotten,
The memories that should stay forbidden, if only I could,
I remember her, she who loved to put on my hoodie,
And the way she looked in it that always had me at her mercy,
Her lingering scent on it whenever she always brought it back,
The woman I wish did not leave me for him, the cable man.
I remember it as though it was yesterday,
As though she was with me by the morning,
I can still feel the taste of her lips, strawberry.
The feeling of her wrapped in my embrace,
The moments when she used to call my name,
I can still hear her beautiful voice in my head,
Like a melody, there it is a song in my heart,
The sound that I fell for the first time, still do.
Did you just have to leave me babe?
What of the life we dreamed of together,
The family we had planned of together,
Our trips all over the world, adventures.
Which part of this was real, was it all a lie?
That I was the one for you, how beautiful.
That I brought out the glow in your eyes,
Tell me this is not real, whipped. Messed.
But then just like all those times, of all the people,
I just had to be the unlucky one, who loses his treasure,
Who lose the girl, God, I feel like a sucker already,
Because despite all that she had put me through,
All that she shattered on her way out, broken.
Every emotional torture I was forced to endure,
Every damn day, I’ve had to live with the struggle,
Yet I still find myself yearning for her, my destroyer.
The name of my co-poet is even hard to pronounce, she’s Lasenzia.
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