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.

everyone tells me the same thing,
"remember why you two split",
but how am I expected to think of that,
when all I can see if my perfect fit

somewhere between these lines

is a place

for a name

I haven't written for

in a while

how could you look at me,
with your bright green eyes,
yet so dark,
and so addicting,
and act like that look,
wasn't the very same look,
that you'd given to me,
when we were in love?