This Love Will Come Back To Me

- Betwixt: Phase III - Poem VI -

This isn’t the tale of the best of times,

It’s ruin wrapped in nursery rhymes

My name’s been dragged through mud and midnight flair,

Yet still you found some reason to care

We made some vows, our futures sealed,

Now it’s trembling hands and truths concealed

I’ll pour myself something strong and sweet,

Perhaps in my dreams, we’ll meet

You’re still playing alone online,

Are you still chasing that feeling you had with me, or did you stop after the 23rd try?

I picture you in the sunset trees,

Saying this love will come back to me

You’re still looking for something true,

Do the guys back home touch you like I do?

I hear your name in the autumn breeze,

It says this love will come back to me

First floor where light would stroke your skin,

From the glass picture I gave you as my best friend

Do others kiss you the same?

Do you see echoes on their lips of my name?

Your footsteps on my carpet remain,

Etched deep like frost on a window pane

I never asked the world to share,

Just wanted you, and you to care

Sometimes I dream beneath the stars,

That fate forgets how far we truly are

Sometimes you gaze and a passing glance,

Still traps me in our damned romance 

I speak your name when no one hears,

Did you ever get over your avoidant fears?

I see you in the forest’s new leaves,

Whispering this love will come back to me

You’re still searching for a guy to break free,

Do you wonder if maybe it’s only me?

For now, I’ll imagine you and see,

That this love will come back to me