repeat repeat repeat

Put things in the past.
It’s a burden, the thoughts, and the acts.
Why must you always look back?
Stop.
I need you to stop.

Do hear it, my head, my heart, and its driving..
Throb, throb, and throbing.
My head is starting to hurt.
The words you use, repeating, over and over and over and over again.\

*sigh*

I can’t stand it, I feel the pain.
Yes yes yes I know!

I know you want it this way, you want it that way
You want me to do as I am told. And I’m doing it, I want to please you but I don’t know what else I can do. I’m only human.

I love you. I do. Deeply.
But when can we meet, in the middle maybe?
The end? Why didn’t we do it in the beginning.

*sigh*

Are you listening?

Letter me a mile

It takes a few words. The thought you put in it.
I crave for it. Please be honest, that’s all I want.
List it all, from the beginning, middle core and the clinging end.

My favorite flavors are the things you did yesterday.
The people you met. The things you did.
Do tell me. I want to hear it, all ears are open.

Your family, how about school.
My favorite memory the time you were with me, right here, beside me.
The things we shared, giggling for hours over what she did.
Oh man, how that happened.

Oh I have some scoop, this guy past me by. Wish you were here to see my expressions.
Can you imagine? My face, the wrinkles that formed the chatting teeth when he was near.

Sigh. Your voice is my concealment, you’re so beautiful.
How young we were.

Tell me how is mother, father and brother. Yuk. Laughing!
The time, days, weeks and months, I long to hear from you.
Your in my heart all the time, yet..

We stay close yet the words, thoughts you put is everything.

Please, sister, letter me a mile.