maybe it wasn't you,
who broke my heart,
but meme,
for believing you'd love me,
The very way I did you.

it feels so odd,
to no longer run to you,
telling you everything,
the way I used to.

it's bound to happen,
for us to meet again,
And I only have one wish,
that it won't be soon,
just because deep down,
I know once your eyes lock mine,
I'll fall all over again.

my heart is a stray dog,
endlessly ferreting throughout the world,
for a face that feels like home,
one that will simply love him,
even if it’s unhealthy,
because its the one thing,
he craves the most.

some mornings I pretend you're here,
walking with me to the gas station,
for a Red Bull and Snickers,
but only buying one for myself.

some afternoons I pretend you're here,
sitting with me on the damp grass,
watching as the cars pass by,
wondering if you were in one of them.

some nights I pretend you're here,
I whisper that I love you,
and tell you about my day,
but not hearing about yours in return.