Goodbye, Dear Sally
I think I loved you
But I was too content
Feelings I can’t present
The window closed
Like it did many times before you
My life is a repeat
Of many ill fated love campaigns
And seering long migraines
Eventually
My mind has no light
Although I seem airtight
I keep thinking of things I could of said
I’m suffocating with limerance
Constantly
Make of this as you will
I cling like a tapeworm
I’m not sure you know my name
Is this what it feels like to go insane
Goodbye, Dear Sally, Goodbye Dear Sally
Goodbye, Dear Sally, Goodbye, Dear Sally
I think I loved you, I think I loved you.
mine was also named Sally. 35 years and it still stings.
Sally isn’t a person I personally know that’s specifically why I went with that name. Like this isn’t even about one person in particular but about my tendency to develop intense feelings about people I barely know.