I thought about you today,
but that was nothing new.
I thought about you yesterday,
and the day before that too.
I thought about the way we kissed,
you were my only one.
I thought about the way you smiled,
and how it held the sun.
I thought about your eyes,
how they had a twinkle.
And how now I feel as though,
you’ve pricked me with a spindle,
I thought about that night,
when you’re eyes grew dark and cold.
I thought about the way you looked,
as if you had no soul.
I thought about the pain,
as it blossomed through my cheek.
I thought about the way you looked at me,
and being too afraid to speak.
I thought about the the night you first pushed me away,
I thought about the way you always made me stay.
I thought about the way you made my every decision.
Every look every move, and each and every position.
Now I think about that shame, as I lay there on the floor.
Thinking about my body as I was cold and sore.
I was thinking about you, through all the pain you put me through.
I was thinking about you, how I was still in love with you.