More To Miss You by Amy WustrinOh, well, now what?
I've finally erased his DNA
He's no longer my
Nearest tender moment
And I suppose it's just as well
Because he made me want
to tear out of my own skin
And at least I dont hate you now
as I hated him
But I think it hurts more to miss you
I'd rather be content to know
I'll never hear from you again
Than be staring at the phone
Wishing so hard it would ring
That my eyes well up
And my hearts aches
There is not beauty in
Impersonal encounters
Except for the pain
That inevitable ache
That turns my stomach
And reminds me that
I want more
05/29/2004 Posted on 05/29/2004 Copyright © 2025 Amy Wustrin
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