Used To
tossing and turning
trying to recreate past memories in my mind
of us and all the past
events
all the times we walked for what seemed could be forever
and wishing for it always.
we would walk
side by side
hand in hand.
your cocky jokes
about how you could beat me in this or that,
your stupid laugh and cheesy grin.
kissing in the rain
sneaking out and getting away.
all those firsts turned to lasts,
the hope that we would always be now shattered and bleeding on the floor.
you stand there
while i stand here
and you look away while i glance in your direction
seeing you with her
instead of me,
makes me want to cry out your name once more,
just to hear the words roll off my lips.
but we're just a used to
we'll never be again.
by
ashuhhlandposted on 06/28/2008
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