Everytime we get together, we crash. Well, I don't know about you but I still feels the sparks, no matter if we clash.
I want to be reminded each and every day of your absent minded smile,
but not so much the venom your lips once spit.
There's something about you that intrigues, something about you when you're stripped.
Stripped of the influences surrounding you and stripped of the worlds expectations too.
You are an old soul, the one in this world that all can constantly relate to.
Were it not for you, my soul would be lost in eternity. Were it not for you, I'd be yelling for help, yelling so desperately.

Falling to my knees and begging for forgiveness is hardly the worst punishment to endure,
what I could not take is knowing you never cared, knowing that I shouldn't have felt so secure.

Mostly, I just wish everything I wrote wasn't about you.

What I Could Not Take by: Myself