Trying to Fix Myself Under the Non-Existant Gaze - by Erik Smith
I
understand she's moved on
Opposite polarity of my own
Not right for what I need
Different directions now we have grown
My heart rages on for her
My mind consumed still around her
Deeply in love with all of her
Hating every second I'm without her
I've fucked others
Been around the newer sex
Tested and tasted and swam through the waters
Yet my mind always straight back to her wanders
Refuse to tell her anything
Stuff it deep inside
Pack it tight with the hate and spite
Don't know what I want anymore
Consciously targeting everything
Desiring this then craving that
Somehow wishing the blonde angel would return
Wishing I could just disappear
What would it matter anyway?
