Return To Me

[Snypiuer]

I remember when you left.

How you turned and walked away.

 

I never will forget.

 

Because that's when I learned,

 

That I never knew,

I could miss some thing

As much, as what you took from me that day.

 

Since you've gone,

I go through life,

As if in a haze.

 

I'm lost.

 

I'm confused.

 

It's as if,

I can no longer,

Tell my nights from my days.

 

I find myself,

 

Alone.

 

In

 

The dark,

 

Staring, blankly, at the wall.

 

Or, atop my bed,

Curled up in a ball.

 

Waiting.

 

Hoping, to hear your footsteps,

In the hall.

 

I need you to return.

And bring that which I miss so much,

Back to me.

 

With out it,

I'm hollow inside.

 

My life,

 

Empty.

 

I go over and over,

In my head.

The words that I might say.

That would make you come back.

And return what you took from me that day.

 

Every time I think I'm over it.

That I can finally go on.

I feel my lose anew.

 

My life, once again, falls apart.

 

All progress stops.

 

So, I write this one last plea.

In hope that you will return.

Give back, that which you took from me.

 

And know,

That no matter what you choose to do.

 

You have 'till tomorrow,

To return my T.V.

 

Or I'm calling the cops.

[Yuki Kokoro]

This is hilarious! I was thinking about how emotional this image is: "Curled up in a ball. Waiting. Hoping, to hear your footsteps, In the hall," so when I hit the end it was just great.

 

A nice melodramatic build-up with a flat, irritated ending. Great use of expectation.