Intertwined In One

The sight of your face, your smell, your tongue in my mouth, your smile, your little whispers of kisses you sent to my cheeks, I miss you so much. So fucking much.

But you're not here…
You're with Frank.
And I hate Frank.
Which is stupid.
And I hate you.
Which is stupid.
And I hate myself.
Which makes sense.
And I just want to get away.

But I don't know where to go.
So I've been in this car for the last two days.
Going to the liquor store when I need to buy food.
Going to the back of the liquor store when I need my fix.
And I can't take anymore of this fucking routine.
It's the same shit over and over and over and over again.

And I hate being by myself. I hate this. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

And the most unbelievable shit is that I can't hate you.
Because I love you still. Even when you denied me your love.
I still goddamn fucking love you.

And I'm looking out the window.
Staring at this girl that looks like you.
She looks like you. She looks like you. She looks like you.
And I want to talk to her. Cause she looks like you.
But I keep itching and itching and itching.
My body is sore and all I want to do is puke.
But she looks like you and I want to talk to her.

So I get out of the car.
Stumbling like a foolish idiot that I am.
And walk up to her.
She seems startled.
Almost like I'm going to attack her.

I go back.
Go back a few steps.
Until. Until. Until….