It must have been the 3 straight days.
That made me think that you would come back to me. Just like that.
In tune. Like a faucet. Like anything. Riding a bike.
I'm older now. That's no excuse.
I was younger then.
Forced. Tortured. But love by it.
Chased. Manipulated. Soothed. Infuriated.
Fixated. Dictated. Completed by it.
So now. After years of abandonment. Infidelity. Lies. Ignorance. I expected you to come back.
To love me. To leave off where we were before.
Because I'm still in love with you. And your bitter tune.