In this place of adventure and wonder
Because I'm always wondering
What's going to happen next
Where predictability and routine
Are as common as nonsense
I feel comfortable in the chaos
In this place, the sun never sets
The adventure never seems to end
I've always wanted a life like this
I never felt more like myself
I am like a puzzle piece
With the most jagged edges
That somehow fit here so perfectly

Closure is like waiting
For him to close the door
Just so I can finally close mine
But I also have a door
That I can close yet I do not
Because I still look into his life
He doesn't close his door
So neither do I, the only difference is
He no longer looks into mine
I come to the realization
I can close my door
He isn't there to stop me
I don't have to wait anymore

She had that passive presence
Like the ticking sound of a clock
Sometimes you might notice her
Most often at times you do not
Like a wallflower, she is
You notice her on the wall
But then you get use to her
And don't care if she's there at all
As if she is just forgettable
You can't help it if you forget
She is use to it, it's understandable
It still hurts her nonetheless