Conveniently yours

Youíre not lost, and Iím not found
in the arms of desire
weíre just repossessed
held in different hands
that smell of overworn t-shirts
and yesterdayís nostalgia

Iím a head full of dreams
with an arms worth of regrets
that write their way down my skin
remembered only in the scars
I picked beyond healing

And I feel like a loser in the quip of your eyes
that donít need words to speak a world full
of condescension
because weíre not the dreamers
we thought weíd be
back when we thought love
would be the drug to save us

Yet I still melt under the delusions
we used to whisper into each otherís skin
and when your mouth touches mine
Iím lost, and youíre found
despite the fact that weíre just liars
heating up the wrong bed
bodies entwined
pretending we havenít written our secrets
into each otherís skin

And they say
Iím not sorry for wanting you

© Indie Adams 2013
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
Published | Edited 14th Oct 2019
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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