my heart still hurts.
And my soul is still healing.
And my suicidal tendencies creep up from behind to tap me on the shoulder like I forgot what it was like to want to rip off my skin.
And I still pour the Dreaming Tree into my glass to get the taste of you out of my mouth but if I still had a choice it would always be you on the tip of my tongue.
You sleepwalk into my dreams so when I wake I am still haunted with the ghost of our past.
I swear it lies in bed with me every damn night.
And my world still shakes.
My bones keep rattling inside of my body.
And I think I still love you.