The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

I'M Still

I feel the grind in my heart
The sadness in my eye
The heart beat in my head

I feel the cold rushing in my veins
I feel the madness in your touch
I feel the annoyance in your look

I still think about you
But you don't 
I still care
But you don't
I still want you
But you don't

You still attract me
But I don't
You still give me a smile
But I don't
You still walk away 
But I don't 

I hate myself for who I am
I hate myself for what I have done 
I hate myself for hurting you 
I hate myself for leaving you

But 
I'm still a nobody 
I'm still a nothing 
I'm still not what you wanted
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide
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