Save me
Your taller.
Save me
Your eyes are deeper.
Save me
Your body curves more.
Save me
Your lips are fuller.
Save me
Your hair is darker.
Save me
Your voice is sexier.
I rush to find anyone who has anything that seems slightly better than you because I cannot rip you out of my body.
I rush to fall in love again because I've never felt this exposed without you.
I can't come after you, so I plunge myself in a dessert of flesh to outweigh a love I can't touch.
No matter how I feast, it is not their flesh that satisfies me so I feast even more because I don't know how I'm going to replace what I lost with you. A passion this deep was never meant to be found twice. I'm left to settle or imitate. They look like you, they feel like you, but they are not you. I want them to save me but they are not you. I have given them a task I knew they would not meet, I have asked them to give hearts that I did not want. Then the despair they feel when they realize their sacrifice was in vain doesn't bother me because their love lost is not my love lost. But I keep searching, I keep trying to replace, to substitute, to compare, to hide what I know will never happen again. It's a constant, slow dissolve on my skin, one cell at a time, I run but I can't run to you, I search but I know I can't look for you. Your face is on my eyelids, the scent of your hair lines my nose, your skin is burnt into mine, you're in me, you are me, I am you. My head is a room decorated with photos of your face and us, the sheets we slept in are on the floor, the couch we watched movies on is in the middle of this room, the door of the first place we lived together in is over there on the right, the small kitchen where we made dinner not caring how small the stove was, is here. The air in here smells like your shampoo after you showered. All I can see is how you would move while you slept beside me and how you would open your eyes to make sure I was the first person you would see each morning. The can't save me....they can't save me.
