I wrote this piece a coupla months ago. Again, just in case I run into any other unnecessary unpleasantries, this has got nothing to do with anyone.

Heartstrings

How do I say this?
My mind keep playing games
Pictures of you running in my head
Scenes of us racing through the memories

It was barbs laced with honey
Sweet but sucked the life out of me
You walked out with my soul
Where should I go to find the me of old?

Listening to songs
The times we would hum it out loud
Watching TV through the phone
And pleasant wakeup calls on Saturday mornings.

I couldn’t give you enough
But I’m sure I did my part
I hope he makes you laugh
The laugh I adore and love