And somehow he made me feel safer in his arms than you ever did,
it's crazy, wild, and nothing i could've bidded on,
my heart is going everywhere, yet nowhere
my heart beats as it should
with you it never had an even beat,
i had to pack my piece of my mind, i had to pack away you, and put you away
i gave him my body so easily,
with you it was always a struggle, my body rejected your will
under his blanket and his laughter tangle,
i remember that the alcohol is the only thing that reminds me of you anymore
maybe that's why i keep drinking, a cheers to the person you once were or maybe never was, a self serving of suffering on a silver platter
i say goodbye with a grimace like a harsh shot of vodka, i don't miss you or your hollowness
so i say pass me down that bottle whenever i remember i will never follow you, i will never follow you, you
a hangover that doesn't last, a kiss that is in the past, a person that never was there, a grieving memento in the poison, i have to drink some form of poison to detox the poison of you
a new pair of hands on me somehow it's not about love, but safety, passion
he's healing from something he doesn't talk about, and i never go on about you
i just want you to know wherever you are, i don't talk to him about you, he consumes the part of me that you never had
the part that embraces the same tendencies, emotional unavailability, his sweet eccentricities
he may be not you, but i've never felt more free from what you are.
set down the bottle, and live life at full throttle.
soon, now that you're not around,
i'm glad that you're not around.
how do you feel knowing that I gave a part of myself that i never gave you?
it was the piece of myself that i had to explore, to fully enrich myself away from the connection of you
don't come back, don't worry about me, don't apologize.
his hands were around my neck, and i liked it
your hands only did damage
i will somehow manage and flow easily without a care,
please don't love me anymore, i don't feel it, nor need it,
it was always there, the answer was always within me,
take the strings away from your hands and all that is left of you is an empty pit of sorrow.
an enemy in disguise with claws that ripped me open, bare and naked.
it's funny how healing works, it's funny how feeling actually works, it's funny that there is going to be a me that you will never know and that is the best revenge i can ever ask for.
he said, 'there's something about you,'.
and it's rare for me to feel anything these days, but when he spoke to me with such ease, i realised that he was speaking to me. not you.
there is something about me that is not connected to you, safe in my skin...
and that is a feeling i hope never goes away.
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