I do my best to keep you out of my head, when I have thoughts of you;
I lose all track of time, I get reminders
of, all the time we had to together, and I get degradation, my self bent
hate, because I never met to hurt you at all. So I try to fake a smile all the while I can't even stop the tears from falling when I hear you sing, it seems like yesterday but yesterday is gone,
I know you ask of me to fallow the clues back to you. Oh how I wish I could do what you ask, but something is prohibiting me, and I know you know what I mean, Evey time I get close to you, weird stuff happens spiritual stuff and I don't want to disappoint you any more, for I don't know why I Ghosted you in the first place I love you more than anything. So now I will be called dejected poet until you get the point I need you to come to me, rescue me from myself I love you like no one else, when I said that you were my favorite, I mean you are my favorite in everything.
Thomas Ott
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