Counting twenty two reasons.

Still care,
Still love.
And I'd still move worlds for you.
If someone kissed me now,
I swear that'd be tasting your heart.

Still fear,
Still hate.
And I still don't know who you are.
Crawling around in my chest.

Still want,
Still feel.
And still searching for your eyes.
Losing my mind.
Trying to work out what's next.

Still hurt,
Still smile.
And you're still with him.
I'm still alone.

Still protective,
Still proud.
And still don't know what to do.
I'm still juggling my thoughts.

Still aware,
Still know you care.
And if I knew how to forget,
I'd share my secret with you.
And I'd let you be free.
I wish I was free.
But I still end up thinking this way.
And can't do anything cause of what I know.
What's been done.
It's too late...

To my ex,
I've spent years with you by my side.
I'm struggling to find my way,
Time heals wounds?
Guess we'll just have to wait and see.

Yabmb.

Nik.J.Tucker