If I can't cut you out,
if you won't just go,
if my brain seems to only know the way to thoughts of you,
do I wish we never met?
Do I even dare think that?
Whenever I don't think of you,
for that split second?
And would it take away the pain,
and the feeling of emptiness, of having lost
everything,
if I never even knew
what life felt like without you,
without the void your existence leaves me with?
And do you wish that too?
Would you trade away all the pain I caused
for second thoughts the moment our eyes met?
Or even a severe headache,
making you stay in that night?
It would hurt less than I do. I promise.
Do you sometimes wish I didn't exist?
Or at least not to you?
And does that make you as sad as it makes me?
if you won't just go,
if my brain seems to only know the way to thoughts of you,
do I wish we never met?
Do I even dare think that?
Whenever I don't think of you,
for that split second?
And would it take away the pain,
and the feeling of emptiness, of having lost
everything,
if I never even knew
what life felt like without you,
without the void your existence leaves me with?
And do you wish that too?
Would you trade away all the pain I caused
for second thoughts the moment our eyes met?
Or even a severe headache,
making you stay in that night?
It would hurt less than I do. I promise.
Do you sometimes wish I didn't exist?
Or at least not to you?
And does that make you as sad as it makes me?
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