THOUGHTS

Thoughts of you ran though my head.

That night that I went away.

The night was warm and my brain on fire.

I wouldn’t feed my desire.

I couldn’t go back, so all I could do was think.

To think of the feel of your heart beat under my hand is the best feeling of all.

The beat of it steady, slow and fast.

It always makes me fall.

Fall back into your web.

Web of lies that I hate.

Hate that rips my heart apart.

Apart like the pieces of my heart.

Heart that bleeds.

Bleeds and makes pools of tears.

Tears that’s mean nothing to you.

You don’t care.

This isn’t fair I can love you and you couldn’t care.