Remembering Me

      I wish we could go back 
 
to the days when things were good-
 
       The days when you  

            were all I needed to feel alive-
 
You were my cure, 

    my pulse, 

        my drug-

The days when you 

      were my heart and soul- 

          I longed to breathe you in-

Now I suck my soul through glass, and long for the next cloud that numbs my heart- 

      Awaiting the day 

          that I gain control of my life-

I poison myself with every deep breath- 

     And I lose myself a little more 

        when I exhale-

I miss the days 

      when being with you 

         was enough- 

            As long as you were around 

nothing else mattered- 

        I was addicted to your touch, 

           your smell, 

              your existance-

When you weren't around 

     the thought of you clouded my mind- 

         Without trying, 

you had control of my life and my heart- 

        Unlike today, 

    where neither of us control 

          what "used to be" my life-

Lost myself somewhere down the road-
 
      Now left with only an empty shell of a person 

          wearing a fake smile-
 
     And so now more than ever, 

I need you to hold my hand, 

       retrace our steps,  

          and find who I used to be-