I could feel his eyes running rampant over me.
I was always afraid to meet his gaze,
with every glance he could burn through my memories
and feel what I had felt.
Too bad my poker face was lost with all the hurt.
Now that he is gone most of me is gone as well.
Being with him shook every molecule I was ever
composed of.
It was a thrill I hated to lose,
now that he is no where to be found
my thoughts oscillate around freedom
and going home.
Is staying with someones memory worth losing parts of you?
It might even be worse to go home coping with conformity,
flirting with familiarity.
Anyways I think I might stay,
I still see his wild eyes and feel his fierce heart around this town.
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