I spoke to her  for the first time in a long time
It seems things arent well for us both
She was so cold I nearly froze
But I was eager
I leaped into the replies
Shamelessly reaching for something familiar to hold onto
Hoping my warmth would melt the ice
Offering friendship
Its been a few days since her last reply now.
And I find myself talking to the walls again
Hoping one of the voices that reverberate might just sound like you...

I plant wildflowers in the empty spaces
The places you left behind
Knowing that you'll never return
But hoping that when I'm old
The heather will help me remember
What was once there
And the love that always will be.

My love for you is parasocial
But I swear we knew each other once before

She gave me her keys and I drove her insane
Its no wonder she took the car and changed her name
Now I'm taking busses and hailing cabs with no destination in mind
Wishing I could just go home to you.

Promises promises,
broken like bones;
Jarring, jagged and painful.

Never will I ever know
why I wasn't worth it.