Writing…

When writing is all I can do not to think of you…

 
Writing about my days and my nights.

Writing about my wrongs and my rights.

Writing about the things that have little impact on my mind.

 
It’s easier to think thoughts that have nothing to do with you.

 
Why? Why run away from the scenes replaying in my brain?

 

Why bury the pain that I’m feeling without you?

 
Hell,why not?

 
What did me loving you ever get me?

 
Wet panties and a hard on for fake promises.

 
And why is it that I don’t mind that at all.

 
The little that you do. The distance you create.

 

The way you’ve made me chase you farther than I’ve ever made you run.

 
When writing is all I can do to remove you…

 

 
But once again here you are and I still haven’t let go.

 

 

 
C.L Cunningham

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