(Verse 1)
Although right now this means nothing,
all I can offer is an apology
so pardon me for the tears that shed.
I kept us hidden cause I wasn’t ****.
Our world was filled with secrets
that I feared others could never accept.
I eradicated all of the intimate pics you’ve ever sent
All I have are mental mementos.
The memories are only gone when I’m faded.
It helps not to remember because
I’m haunted by “we almost made it”.
I dare not remember the sweetest kiss I’ve ever been graced with
or let the next one even remotely resemble
the control that was over me.
You’re not the one I thought you’d be.
Truthfully, I wish you were here,
so I keep you in my poetry to feel you near.

(Interlude)
I write and write but there’s always something missing.

(Verse 2)
I miss,
sitting on top of the world and being understood.
I miss,
the gaze into my eyes so I could focus on yours.
I miss,
the day's love songs would resonate a bit more.
I miss,
our dope conversations and the breaks I‘d take just to get my fix.
Now my walks home are quiet and my playlist just doesn’t sound the same.

(Outro)
I write and write because there’s always something missing.
I know that I talked your ear off
…I just hope you listened.

I thought all I wanted was to show my truth,
but I’ve been lying to myself that I’m over you.
I doused a flame with gas to boost an ego and it burned me.
How lovely, I have no shame, I keep bringing you up to myself.

I thought I needed this, but now I know that some people make other’s “happy” wherever they go;others; whenever they go.

I wanted to kiss you goodbye,
but you’re such a light sleeper.
You were dancing with the angels, I could tell.
You were smiling with no worries,
I know life can be hell.
Couldn’t disturb your peace,
when you make my pain ease.
I wanted to hug you goodbye, your arms feel safe.
You are my haven, but I’ll tell you at my pace.
I will repay my debt.
You gave me all the right things,
when I had nothing left.

I really did believe
that absence
made the heart grow fonder,
but truth is...

I waited so long
for you that the only
thing I became fond of
was my loneliness.

the heart doesn't breakeven.
she definitely has the bigger half.
if she doesn't come back.
I won't have much to give.

she somehow always
finds more, meanwhile, I'm limited.

I know she's meant to love many,
so I get lightheaded when my heart gets heavy.

I replayed my side of the story
a different way,
every day you were gone.
Until saying nothing
became all I had to say.
No more stars in my eyes.
You were the eclipse to my sun.
You made it hard to shine.