You left your fingerprints on my heart
and no matter what I do I can't
seem to wash them off.
I can't count
how many times
I've tried to leave
you behind since
you left me.
I've tried escaping
to faraway lands to try
to find another you, but
I carry my stained heart
with me. I carry your
fingerprints with me.
I've washed in others'
oceans but they're just
deserts next to you, and
I need water.
Maybe I cannot
remember the last time
you left my arms, but
I still see you walking
away like it was
yesterday. I'm convinced
you spend less than
second thoughts on me
even though I somehow
cannot find the escape
door from these
feelings, this tactile
emotion.
How will I ever
find something like
that? Someone like
you?
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