He enters my mind this time.
It makes no difference except inside.
A little torture even when I'm far from weak,
I close my eyes and hear him speak.
Dreams of his touch plague me...
Defying chronology and logically,
I am almost happy.
But some things are missing...
Promises have not completely broken me.
As long as I have putty
To fill the crack of the buddy
That I lack.
He's still joking of course,
My invisible discourse,
Distracting from the present tense.
His pop song reminds me of a bad friend
I wonder what would have happened...
In this nonexistent place
Where I get to kiss his face.
I've occupied myself in space,
My memories take the place
In my heart,
I want to feel this way for someone new
But I'm just to scared to.
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