I still compare myself
to the ones that meant nothing:

"I left her for the bar on Christmas Eve",
"I was an ******* until she made me leave",
"She wouldn't have *** so I cheated out of greed";

And I still can't tell if you were bragging
or wore regret on your sleeve.

On cold days,
I envy the landscaper
for his freedom.

my heart aches for things that have not happened,
will not happen,
and will never happen again.

The wind blows so loud
that I can't sleep

I've been tired for a while -
restless for longer.

Where have you been? Where has your mind went? Where did it go, when you started to love him?

                       Who are you?
                       Do you know?
                       Do you know?