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When I
When I drink,
I do it to forget your face.
When I leave,
It's to get away from a you-filled space.
When I smoke weed,
I do it to be able to laugh again,
When I text you,
It's to try and reach out to my once best friend.
When I am asleep,
It's you I dream of.
When I talk about an ex,
It's you, and I'm still in love.
When I drive for miles,
I do it to think of you,
When I drive past your house,
I drive past my home too.
When I look at other girls,
It's only to compare,
Your figure, your eyes, your ginger hair.
I do it to forget your face.
When I leave,
It's to get away from a you-filled space.
When I smoke weed,
I do it to be able to laugh again,
When I text you,
It's to try and reach out to my once best friend.
When I am asleep,
It's you I dream of.
When I talk about an ex,
It's you, and I'm still in love.
When I drive for miles,
I do it to think of you,
When I drive past your house,
I drive past my home too.
When I look at other girls,
It's only to compare,
Your figure, your eyes, your ginger hair.
Published 17th May 2012
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17th May 2012 2:14pm
Another one of your raw hearted writes, inducing a feeling of protectiveness from the reader. I hope that by writing it out, you are able to release some of your internal struggle.
Much love and gratitude D xx
Much love and gratitude D xx
Anonymous
17th May 2012 5:26pm
..read this I am drawn into your world. Great write.
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