I lost you, I didnt even deserve the heartbreak.
More importantly I didnt need it.
I find myself in the arms of another, whether those of lust or those of pity...
I find myself somewhere in between.
Id like to close my eyes and pretend hes you, but his eyes stare at me with hunger.
Is it bad I stare back with the same hunger as he does?
Not coming from a place of lust, but instead coming from lonliness.
You were so quick to leave me, and I just wallowed in the inbetween.
Sleep isnt important.
I muse, half in, half out.
I want to forget you,
So I find myself in the arms of another.