I find myself waiting

I find myself waiting
for a call from you, a text
message, an email, a letter
in my mailbox with a Vincent
van Gogh stamp in the corner.
I’m still waiting, still anticipating
for the moment when you
will bring me back into your
life, or come back into mine.
It’s been nine months since I have
last heard from you. We went
from being inseparable for three
years to being complete strangers
in a matter of minutes. What were
we thinking when we thought
that this distance between us
could only make us stronger,
only bring us closer together?
We were fools in love from the
very start, and now that we
have reached our end I can
still only see us as those hopeless
romantics who are yearning
for love like it was the only
feeling that we ever needed
to keep us from falling apart.

"We may have been fools, but at least we were fools in love," - Colleen Brown

 

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Maybe

I know that you know that I still want this, still want you. If anyone happened to look in my eyes, they could see the same thing. They could see where I went wrong when I told you that there would never be enough love inside of my heart for the both of us. They could see those words laced in regret and a fire that has been created from dedication in hopes of getting you back. So when you look into my eyes I hope you can see where I went wrong and just how much energy I’ve used trying to make it right.

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Did you

Did you really think that trying
to remove my memory from
your mind would really work?
When you became a part of my
life I became a permanent
part of your body. I am inside
of every limb, and you can
try to scrub yourself clean
of me but I can promise you
that no amount of soap and water
will ever free you from the effect
that I had on your entire being.

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