memories

the pain hits my gut yet again
i take a breath trying to think straight
but i can't your smell still lingers in these rooms
i walk through the dark enhaling your scent like a cigarette
dropping onto the bed i hug a pillow and take you in my lungs
one small sniff and my head reels and spins
its my own personal kind of heroine

the scratches you left in my back are still raw
and your handprints still visible on the walls
i roll over and my back catches fire
but its alright, the pain keeps me close to you
i put my hand where yours once laid
taking a deep breath i sigh
my hand always did cover yours up
i draw back quickly to make sure it hasn't vanished
, i can't lose the lasts things of you i have left

your brown hairs are still visible scattered across the room
upon the sheets pillows floors and a brush you forgot
your everywhere and nowhere
when you left my days dissapeared and my nights turned into agony
my love for you has turned into a hatred for me
if one day you come home and i am gone
don't bother to wait... its too late