"I want more than your lust spilled over my sheets. I want affection that curls I've learned all too well That there are many versions of ourselves Multiple characters that we play Depending on where we are In space, in mind, in time And like the sky changes We too change From one version of ourselves to another And so I just wanted to ask you Before you leave for good What ever happened To the version of you that loved me? Is it still there somewhere Waiting for a better day? Or did I kill it off somehow By my cruelty and my lies? You know that I'd give anything To have that version of you back But I've just got a feeling It just doesn't exist Anymore around my emotions and tugs my heart into play."
Post-its from my mind ...