you think about me now, you say
a little late because our ground has worn away
you say you loved me but you
couldn't be the man that hurt me
anymore
at night inside my little room
i think about back when your voice would make me swoon
and how it shattered when your
demons came to haunt me in my
lonely dreams
someday i'll
be better
i'll see you
and all the pain you caused me
it won't feel like hurting anymore
someday i
won't miss you
we'll move on
and all the life you witnessed,
it won't be the only life i've lived
anymore
i'm moving slowly, at a crawl
sometimes i cry and then i cannot move at all
sometimes i talk to you,
in mirrors or in windows, but you
can't reply
i bought me flowers yesterday
i did the dishes and i put them all away
it's all these motions that
i use to pass the moments of
my empty days
someday i'll
be better
i'll see you
and all the pain you caused me
it won't feel like hurting anymore
someday i
won't miss you
we'll move on
and all the life you witnessed,
it won't be the only life i've lived
anymore
since i can't hate, i wish you well
i hope you climb out of your open prison cell
these words won't find you
but i cannot be your sweet saviour
anymore
the grass is always greener with the other jesus
Monday
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