I cannot escape these feelings
I stare at the ceiling
The stabbing pain that once left me reeling has now subsided to a dull ache
The last reminder of my terrible mistake
I try to escape the thought of you
But your presence haunts my dreams
My mind refuses to let you go, it’s obscene
In my dreams you speak empty honeyed words
You make empty grand promises
And you look at my with your empty lying eyes
That feign sincerity, a cunning disguise
The false sense of security provides me only temporary relief
My heart still craves it’s comfort, no matter how brief
The only thing I despise more than you
Is myself for believing what you said is true
I wish I could understand why I am the only one to suffer
Is this all supposed to make me tougher?
How can I complain when I know others who have had it rougher
The more I think the less I feel
The less I feel the slower I heal
I just wish this isn’t real
And I’m tearing at the seams
This is the best birthday present I ever got. Your talent is genuine, and your style isn’t entirely different from mine. And Ridge now has a monument to the pain he caused you permanently on the World Wide Web.
I love you so much.