roxxee

All things in time come to end, even those that our hearts can't stand to see turn their backs and walk away, ciggarette carelessly dangling from the corner of your mouth. And I imagine what could have been but never was and I think that I should have called but what good would it have done? I stood in the shower and washed it all away but it didn't leave me. I wrote it all down in that tattered notebook and once it was closed all I could do was open it back up and read and read and read...You said "Why now?" and I felt it all churning in the pit of my stomach. Because it could never have been then. Because my mind still reverts to long ago and far away when I was someone else but I suppose it's moot because I am still her. Running will get you nowhere but a thousand miles away, locked inside of yourself. Empty bed and souless hand, music that once meant something drowning out the nothingness of the dark and then the light. It's all in my pen and my fingertips, memory etched in every ridge of that fingerprint you left inside of my thigh.