What if I ran when you told me to?
What if I hadn’t said no?
What if I had left you the way you left me?

And what if you weren’t the first girl?
Would I have loved you the same?
Would I still be bound and chained by this addiction?

I grew closer to you than anyone,
I sang to you on the phone before your surgery,
I straightened your hair when you couldn’t lift your shoulder

How do you reconcile this?
How do you rationalize it?
Or discard it?

I couldn’t always be there for you,
But I always tried,
Despite the distance,
I always tried

There's something about the night
That brings out raw emotion.
Maybe it's the moonlight,
Somber and sad
Or the quiet loneliness
That leaves you with your thoughts.
But for some
Unexplained reason
The pain we carry
During the day
Spills out of the cracks
Of the broken heart
When the sun sets
And the moon
Takes its place
In the sky

We met with smiles,
And we will end in tears...

I may not be suicidal
But I'm still sad in a way that destroys me

It started on a goodbye
and it ended not on a bang
or a boom
or a high.
Just a sigh,
to fill a space where there were no words left to speak.