Then I Remember You're Gone

I opened my mouth
To tell you to put your clothes away,
But then I remembered you're gone.
I keep expecting you to walk in the door,
And tell us to make room on the couch,
But then I remember you're gone.
I keep waiting for you to come in my room
And stand over my bed until I hug you goodnight,
But then I remember you're gone.
I keep imagining the scent of your cologne
When you spray it in the morning,
But then I remember you're gone.
I keep hearing the sound of your voice
Asking me to give you a massage,
But then I remember you're gone.
I keep expecting you to pull up,
Some girl in the front seat next to you,
But then I remember you're gone.
I keep seeing something funny
That I want to tell you about,
But then I remember you're gone.
I keep listening for your enthusiastic singing
Whenever I listen to the radio,
And I'm forced to remember:
You're gone.

I know that eventually you'll come back,
But two years is a long time for me.
When you come home,
I'll be an adult, graduated,
And it hurts to remember you're gone.

Your "Love"

It's disgusting,
That thing you have,
That thing you call "love."
Your "love" is just infatuation
(I hope),
And it will pass with time
(I hope),
Leaving you standing alone,
Wondering why you ignored me.
You don't listen to me,
You don't even see me,
Because you're so caught up in your "love."
Don't tell me you love me--
I don't want your "love" any more.
Don't tell me you love me
And then turn around and say the same to him.
Don't tell me you love me
When you always choose everyone else
Over me.
Don't tell me you love me--
I don't want any of your "love."
If you really loved me,
You'd either let me go
Or hold me close,
But I am instead caught in between,
Pushed away by your "love,"
But you refuse to let me go.
So the ties get tighter and tighter,
Pulling on my throat as you try
To keep me close
While your "love" forces me away.
Your "love" is disgusting,
The way it changes both of you,
And it disgusts me that I am still jealous
Of your "love."