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 Apr 2016 david mitchell
summer
my skin still burns from where you touched me,
my smile has only started to fade,
my lips still remember last night,
my hands run through my hair,
my body aches with a craving for you body against mine again,
my brain only thinking about you,
my heart beating harder and faster after thinking back to last night.

i can only hear my heart beat in my ears,
my mind switches back to last night,
your hard breathing,
against my chest,
my breathes coming out hard and fast,
you body,
pressing up against mine,
mixing sweat,
and emotions with hunger,
my hands running up and down your back,
your hands in my hair,
my lips moving in sync with yours,
my heart beat beating in time with yours,
the words you whispered to me,
the promises,
the sweet nothings,
all so fresh in my mind.

my skin still burns from where you touched me,
my smile has only started to fade,
my lips still remember last night,
my hands run through my hair,
my body aches with a craving for you body against mine again,
my brain only thinking about you,
my heart beating harder and faster thinking of your body on top of mine.
 Apr 2016 david mitchell
summer
i gotta do this,
but i don't know how to.
it's all new,
but really it's just the same sh*t.
i'm gonna start,
i have to do this.






I am sorry,
for everything.

I could have done you better,
could have been better to you.

Gave you everything you needed,
said i love you a little more.

I am sorry,
for not being there most of the time.

For trying to fight my battles,
while fighting with you.

The darkness,
you never believed me.

Never tried to support me,
just shrugged and said 'oh well, **** happens.'

My attacks became more frequent,
and you didn't care.

You always yelled at me for not calling you back,
for not texting you good night.

Most of the time i didn't reply,
was because i was scared.

Upset,
and emotional.

My body began to shake,
my mind over-*******-thinking it.

You never cared about me that way,
never asked me if i was 'okay'.

I am sorry,
i had my own things going on.

I am sorry i didn't tell you,
but how could i?

Anyway,
it doesn't matter anymore.

You left out of anger,
you left me alone.

And i guess i had to let you go,
i needed to.

But in the end,
i am sorry for not giving you enough.

I am sorry,
i didn't call back.

I am sorry,
i loved- love you.
you come from a broken home?
yeah me too ..
you dad left your mum?
same here ..
your mum abused drugs for years?
hey me too ..
you feel so empty and alone,
like no one cares?
you cut yourself and scream and bang
your fists against walls for attention?
snap, I know the feels ..

sitting on my bedroom floor,
with blade in hand,
blood on wrist,
talking to myself.
so you come from a broken home too?

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