turning at the crossroads
broken on the street
missing the intervals
and forgetting where to speak
'i miss you' has long been said but not yet forgotton
your touch is not something i regret
but chose not to remember as my skin would start to ache for you
as much as my heart does
you told me you didnt
but to me the fact you wanted to is so much worse
the thought can mean so much more
and the fact you tired to and failed
so yes now his hands are on me
but don't for for second think that it wasnt you who put them there...
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