How did it sound to miss me? Was it angry? Be honest – are you angry still? What did it feel like if not forgiveness? Do you suppose it ever will? Will we ever get past this? Do you remember? Do you reminisce? You’re plush carpet between my fingers, guitar strings, soapy clean, wrap me up warm like rainy day dreams. What does my dusty corner of your mind look like? What did you bury me behind? What did you bury beside me? I dug up my life for you – your turn. What hurt you while I was gone? I want to hear your voice wrapped around a lover’s name. I want to watch you walk a haunted lane. Remind me what I came for. Does this mean a thing to you anymore? Are you making me try this hard for a reason? What’s the reason you never came looking for me? Was it easy? Is it easy still? What have you forgiven? What can you forgive? Do you think that a person can be more than the worst thing they’ve ever done? What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?
A list of questions I would ask you if I weren’t so afraid of your answers:
(via rage-againstthedying)
