the end of us is so depressing
I'm fully sober now

from all my lovesick feelings
did I push you away
or did you leave so quietly
I didn't notice
can't tell the difference  

I never asked you if you were okay
I miss you now
I hate you so much
please come back
at least give me one last goodnight

let me go back
this time a year ago
so I can stay a while longer

I'm breathing in
trying to breathe you out

losing oxygen
because you're gone
my heart can't take it
lungs are failing

this ending is full of silence
screaming out my pain
don't you feel it

don't you see it?

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

Can ebon wings ever quell
The mockers' cry over hell?
The thunder of their wrath?
And starry things, other worlds,
The rent, sour universe,
Which seldom halts their path?