Mistaken

I'm looking forward to the day when I don't wake up

With your image pasted on my eyelids

Keeping me from seeing straight

Even the finest work of art can nauseate observers

You've brought me to my knees so many times

That they're scraped

At night you haunt me with your taunting whispers, perpetually

Since voices in my head have taken on your sweet tone

Am I mistaken or do you still care for me?

As much as the day I met you?

We were meant to be

Though I wish we'd just say, "sorry."

I'm afraid we're done

It was perfect while it lasted

But that's just love

Six months after the fact

Your facial image stays intact

Although I've tried so hard to rip & shred & burn it

I've tasted other lovers under covers but still wonder

If there will be another who is worth it

Could anyone make me queasy like you did at bedtime?

With the slightest stroke of skin, it felt like pretend

Could anybody make me forget that am still human

On this inevitable en-route to the end?

Am I mistaken or do you still care for me

As much as the day I met you?

We were meant to be

Though I wish we'd just say "sorry."

I'm afraid we're done

It was perfect while it lasted

But that's just love

That's just love