Confused One.

Just my thoughts my typed out.

Baby, is his touch that much better than mine?

Does he do all those things I wasn't willing to try?

You say you finally know who you are.

Is that why you started to make new scars?

You said you'd be happier if you went far away.

Three days later, you were gone, and I had so much to say.

I cried until I had no reason to anymore.

Then, I found my reason, and cried some more.

I have to accept everything I already knew.

I had to let go and say goodbye to you.

A man knows a man better then a woman can,

Right?

Is that why you called me in the middle of the night?

Put down the whiskey, put down the joint.

Listen hard, I'm trying to make a point.

You told me that you missed my kiss and touch.

Then why did you have to hurt me so much?

You said goodbye, then afterward, said you missed me.

Said you were in heaven each time that you kissed me.

Honey, what am I supposed to think?

How am I supposed to feel?

I try to let you go, but you are like a boomerang. 

When you're here, it doesn't drizzle, it rains.

But when you're gone there's a thunderstorm.

So hold me close and keep me warm.

Please stop drinking.

Stop telling me you love me.

Then why did you leave,

If you miss me so much?

Please stop telling me about all the guys you see.

Frankly, it hurts and is quite disturbing.

I get it, you don't need me, you're fine.

So keep on smoking, f*****g, and living for the wine.

You're so dense to think I can't see right through you,

like gossamer.

You're glad you left tonight,

But tomorrow you're not alright.

I live for the moments of your drunken love.

I pretend your sober, pretend you mean it:

You love me.

You miss me.

You want me more then anything.

You lean on me like I'm a wall.

But maybe that's a bad thing?

Nobody ever thanks the wall.....

They stick their gum to it.

And I'm getting a little sick,

Of you breaking my heart all over again.

A million pieces to pick up,

Why thank you, friend.

Can't you see it in my eyes?

The way I still look at you,

Sweetie, please realize.

I hate to see you destroying yourself slowly,

It really is killing me.

You love me.

You don't.

You miss me.

You're fine.

Life's grand, extravagant. 

You cry, you've had enough of it.

You love him, and him, and him.

But only for a night.

Then we fight.

Then you miss me again.

Can we stop, please?

Or maybe I can try and stop caring.....but so far, I'm unsuccessful. 

Author's Note

Sorry for not sticking to a certain rhyming pattern, just kinda free-styled it.