im still not angry
im waiting and it hasnt come
i miss her
and the part of me that knows that shes right
is the part of me that doesnt act out
the part of me that is still playing for 'the team'
keeps my hands and my mouth to myself.
the part of me that feels as if my flesh would crawl off my body
if i were to touch someone else's skin

the part of me that misses sharing all my little things with her
is the part that means more than trying to explain that
yes i am here and kissing you
but my brain and my heart are somewhere else.