Reminiscing isn't the same as forgiving
Reminiscing isn't the same as forgiving and i still look for you in every man i meet the tv can be on in your apartment while the door is shut i still hear it from outside not knowing how to knock anymore i am on life support for heart palpitations they took me in while i was sleeping i dreamt of the disappointment in the corner of your stare and how my soul feels deeply that there is now no one left to hear us i thought i've felt love but all it is, is me losing blood on your floor the difference is stark here in the darkness of your empty room it's relative to how i feel however, love love is the same to when i had a heart full of your words now footnotes in a book drying from the flood i am no longer scared of disappointing the many ghosts of you i have no soul ties. At night, when i dream, there is still no us yet, i am whole again.
