dazed days
There's so many reasons
as to why i fight the urge
to come back to you.
I'm always left wondering
when all of it changed,
the moment you saw me in a different light.
and yet now you're on my doorsteps
pleading i give you my heart back.
truth is, its already been yours.
i'll treat my words to hit like a gunshot
so maybe you'd take my heart seriously
hoping you might see a glimpse of what i gave to you.
I always look in the mirror wondering when
i'll stop sacrificing myself
to people who burn all my bridges down.
I've been sleepless the past few nights,
tossing and turning over you.
the scent of your cologne on my sheets.
I open the door once more
remove the fragile lock.
the sun will rise
and i still hope
that we can try again.
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