Wish You Were Here

I wish you could taste the salt in my wounds.

The way it stings and tingles.

I wish I could open up my mind and let you in it.

I thought my worst affliction was the pain I endured or the person I use to be.

But the absance of your present makes me feel like I am my worst enemy.

Now im ugly and choose to not look at it.

Does that mean it doesn't exsist?

Maybe I just want to forget about you because I can't bare to remember the good.

Or begin to hate you and push you away to make it worse.

I do not understand how to live the way you do.

I wish I could rewind and just relive it one last time.

Maybe things could have been different, before I got better.

And I don't blame you for leaving the way you did.

I just do not know how to go on like this.