Out with the old, in with the new..... Take me back to the night we met

Every time that you are with me,
when we both know that you're not.
It fractionally kills me,
it takes from all we've got.
It strips me till I'm empty,
it tears me to the bone,
it cuts through all my softness,
and steals everything I've known.

And you smile when you do it,
you're looking straight past me,
like you're bored with all you have in this reality.
But you're taken, and excited
with your bright new scenery.
So you check and double check,
making sure you'll never miss,
all the jokes and secret smiles,
in that "what if" world you live.
Next to you I sit here longing,
hoping that this time you'll turn to me,
that you'll see what's right before you,
and not just that little screen.

You'd think by now, it wouldn't hurt me..
that by now, I'd let it be.
Because underneath it all we both know,
that I just can't compete.
Another ding, another light on,
on your phone and in your heart...
Another message from her fills you...
and it's ripping me apart.

Everyday we're fading faster,
moments slipping one by one,
I'm walking slowly into darkness,
and it's familiar old welcome.
So here I am left,
living with the ghost of you....
to far to reach.... to close to leave.

Haunted by the night we met.


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The Night We Met

I am not the only traveler
Who has not repaid his debt
I've been searching for a trail to follow again
Take me back to the night we met

And then I can tell myself
What the hell I'm supposed to do
And then I can tell myself
Not to ride along with you

I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Oh, take me back to the night we met

When the night was full of terrors
And your eyes were filled with tears
When you had not touched me yet
Oh, take me back to the night we met

I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Take me back to the night we met

-Lord Huron

Not all scars are bad, the paths we roam....in the blood

A half smile, a hair toss and I sink...and I'm lost, swimming in your deep end, more than ready to dive in.

Your eyes laugh, and words follow suit.

Why dress it up? Its all fodder to the fuel. 

The gauge reads full, and its not wrong.

I'm ready to roll, any way you want go.

All night.... ebb and flow, this tide... its highs and lows, are natural.

As natural as trees when they grow, the way they wave goodbye and hello,

Arms open to every possibilty. Each day, just another ring they wear to mark the moments that matter. So make your mark on me, in me....you're worth the memory. I wouldn't want it any other way. 

Carve me so they can read the story of us, years after we are gone.

They will trace our love lines, in trails of kisses left behind,

and maybe even find their way too....down by the banks where I flow into you.

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Blood Bank

Well, I met you at the blood bank

We were looking at the bags

Wondering if any of the colors Matched any of the names we knew on the tags

You said "see lookit, that's yours

Stacked on top with your brother's

See how they resemble one another

Even in their plastic little covers"

And I said I know it well

That secret that you knew

But don't know how to tell

It fucks with your honor And it teases your head

But you know that it's good, girl 'Cause its running you with red

Then the snow started falling

We were stuck out in your car

You were rubbing both of my hands

Chewing on a candy bar

You said "ain't this just like the present

To be showing up like this"

 As a moon waned to crescent

We started to kiss

And I said I know it well

That secret…

-Bon Iver