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last night i drove fast towards your house i meant to stop short i never meant to go this far but i missed my exit and pressed on only thinking of you

shall i compare thee to a summer's day for both have made me sweat made my heart race felt the heat pour off my skin shall i compare thee to a summer's day for both have warmed my heart thawed through my icy exterior felt the sweat drip from my brow shall i compare thee to a summer's day no because no matter my distaste for summer i wish to see the sun again

the candle still burns by my bedside i will cross the bridge to see you one last time through the night it will feel as though you never left i will shed my tears as my return trip nears waking up was never easy but it's harder now that you're only in my dreams the candle still burns by my bedside

sometimes we write chapters of our lives without realizing how long they'll be. we keep writing even after closing the covers, we let our nostalgia overtake our hands and the pencil never rests. it's impossible to turn off a brain. it's impossible to go through a day without seeing something that reminds me of you. you were a much longer chapter than you realize. i think you thought the opposite to be true. you were wrong. your pages overlap onto each bookend. it's still a mystery to me when i'll finally find the strength to close your chapter completely. i can't stop reading and rereading and rereading and rereading and rewriting. you're in

it'd be impossible for us to go back in time but i can't stop missing what we used to be and lately i think myself awake as you still haunt me i can't stop missing what we used to be and i have no guarantee that you even think of me

not even sharing pages could save us with our letters intertwined and our voices perfectly in sync we'd bind them all together as tightly bound as we were but the spine broke and the pages fell out when things ended we were on the same page we signed both our names at the bottom and closed the tattered covers

your voice still echoes in the permanent rain that bounces off my windshield even now it never leaves my peripheral vision never fully in the rearview

there's no easy way to say this no clever metaphor to hide behind you're the reason i have trust issues and the reason i can never let go of toxic relationships i drink to forget but most nights i just remember in all too vivid detail you're a snake with toxic fangs sunk deep into your next victim's throat with a tongue of silver spinning sell-able stories you leave a bad taste in the mouth of everyone you meet you've got bad taste and can never wait to eat

like a tumor formed at birth you gave me no choice i put knife to skin and cut you out myself malicious unrelenting refusing to cooperate for even a moment i dug deeper hoping that if i couldn't remove your influence maybe i could cause a more severe wound

the winds wait for no man tornadoes crash without consequence the elements make no friends and we make only enemies