This door will haunt me for a long time. I want what's behind it. Even for a fleeting moment. I don't even know how I developed this infatuation to that person but it happened. I guess I just wanted to hurt myself. I knew very well he's not mine and never will be.
Our faces meet
Yours flushed Mine in bewilderment
A hand shake and a false introduction
And her eyes showing an apology
For some reason you looked good in your street clothes
And my hidden thoughts falling out taking my heart with them
I think some of it is still there
Right between the door and the exist
Where the trailer played
And my eyes were glued to the motion
I didn’t even know that it’s possible
To build hopes on false notes
Completely aware of my fraud
Holding on what not in my own thoughts
In them your eyes telling me to move in closer
And I know there’s no room
I picture your hands sliding in
The way I carved it in my deepest memory
Those hands that made my heart fall the first time
When I found out my thighs and body can’t fill the space
When I found out I helped the decision to surfaceWhen I saw it clear that I’m no good for this
While washing my body’s grief I still think
Maybe you’d give it another chance
And I hate myself a little more for this
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