Teeth

Maybe I need you, maybe I want to but maybe I can't.

Maybe it's okay to lose you, like losing baby teeth, it can hurt a bit and usually I rush it along, hoping i won't have to endure for much longer but things do fill the gaps.

Probably not as fast as I wish they would because I still find myself running my tongue over the place it used to be.

I know you hurt me but I still miss you.

There is space and cold where you used to hang on tight to me. All I have left of you is a bitter taste in my mouth and a few second thoughts.

Maybe closing the door was jumping the gun, maybe I could have lived with the pain, maybe I could have kept you.

Now all I can do is put you away, lay my head to rest and dream of better days.