10-28-2024, 08:39 AM
Run Right Back To Me
I can’t count how many times we cried together.
I really thought you’d stay with me forever.
“I have no sense of self when I look at you”.
Now I get to say these words to someone new.
God knows how much I loved your laugh,
I don’t have a clue how you hated it.
I loved you so much, I loved you on your behalf.
I guess I just didn’t know when to quit.
I prayed to God to make you right for me.
I’m sure the angels can sympathize,
Though you don’t seem to be as holy.
Heaven is witness to how I agonize.
I never thought I’d be this lonely.
I’m still going through withdrawal from you.
A healthy mind can be corrupted.
Your lips were poison imbued.
I’d kill to hug you undisrupted.
We swore we’d never leave each other.
Instead, life chose that I’d suffer.
The fatal memory of your kiss;
I had never experienced such bliss.
The sweetest voice once exclaimed
“You have such cute dimples”.
An innocent voice once pained
“You can’t do this to me” in between whimpers,
As I write this poem about how I still miss her,
She’s probably guzzling down bottles of liquor.
Sometimes all I think about is you,
Late nights in the middle of June.
Crying out “Don’t leave me so soon”,
How could I ever get through?
And when you runaway,
I need you to run right back to me.
Run right back to me,
I need you to run right back to me,
More specifically, C.
I can’t count how many times we cried together.
I really thought you’d stay with me forever.
“I have no sense of self when I look at you”.
Now I get to say these words to someone new.
God knows how much I loved your laugh,
I don’t have a clue how you hated it.
I loved you so much, I loved you on your behalf.
I guess I just didn’t know when to quit.
I prayed to God to make you right for me.
I’m sure the angels can sympathize,
Though you don’t seem to be as holy.
Heaven is witness to how I agonize.
I never thought I’d be this lonely.
I’m still going through withdrawal from you.
A healthy mind can be corrupted.
Your lips were poison imbued.
I’d kill to hug you undisrupted.
We swore we’d never leave each other.
Instead, life chose that I’d suffer.
The fatal memory of your kiss;
I had never experienced such bliss.
The sweetest voice once exclaimed
“You have such cute dimples”.
An innocent voice once pained
“You can’t do this to me” in between whimpers,
As I write this poem about how I still miss her,
She’s probably guzzling down bottles of liquor.
Sometimes all I think about is you,
Late nights in the middle of June.
Crying out “Don’t leave me so soon”,
How could I ever get through?
And when you runaway,
I need you to run right back to me.
Run right back to me,
I need you to run right back to me,
More specifically, C.
