AMOUREUSE DE MILES
I'm thinking of him.
The way he would tell stories,
And his whole being would light up.
And when night would turn to morning,
And he was still holding me,
He would kiss me with a drowsy smile on his lips.
Sometimes at night,
I think it's almost possible
To forget the past.
His habits that get under my skin.
It would just be so easy to erase
The nights when I cried so much
I was sick to my stomach and my head spun.
I would lie in bed thinking he was the one,
But I would curse his name until the rising of the sun.
It would be so easy to grant him forgiveness
For lying, and pushing and all his bad intentions.
For stealing my heart and never giving an inch of his.
Sometimes at night, I think of this.
And it just gets to be too much
For the hours we used to spend together
I now spend alone,
In my room with no one to call home.
And I miss him desperately despite what he did.
Sometimes at night, I just want him.