Know This, For Good
I miss my best friend
the one that became my lover first.
I miss the late phone calls
I lost so much sleep.
Promises I some how knew you'd
not keep.
I miss my new family
The kids and your mom
All gone.
I miss the greatest thing I knew.
Hungry though
my blades are gone,
I had my sister rid me of them.
Where did that idea come from?
If only you knew what i'd give
If only you'd come back
to me, my dearest.
Stick around, you don't have to
know I will always want you.
I wish you knew I would love you
as
my old best friend.
Webs i've weaved, nothing but what
i've done and lost
stick and bleed.
This was never an intention.
Repulsive
Bloody
Craving
Repugnant
Hatred
It flows in my system, inside my
skin.
I want your taste back on my
lips...to stay.
I crave my old lover, need my best
friend. I'll still beg when I'm dead.
Copyright © Morgan Brown | Year Posted 2012
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