Hey mom-dad, listen.
Hit me, hate me, throw me out,
But don't shut me up.

I’ve made a *** of coffee
And filled a cup for everyone.
I pour the last drops for you
But my cup remains dry.

You tell me, you prefer tea.

I’ve made a cup of tea
And place the sugar bowl beside it.
You tell me, you prefer honey
But you’ll drink it anyway.

Since then,

I’ve kept tea in the cupboard
And honey by the sugar

Just in case you’d come around.

And I can’t remember if I, myself,
Preferred coffee or tea.

my love, i am here
on the other side of the radio
chasing daydreams of your ghost
in the quiet place we used to know.

empty with or without you
drifting through our yesterdays
the vacancy you left still haunts me
and you’ve left me lost in space
my sun, moon, stars - perfect getaway
until your sunlight turned to darkness
and you called me your mistake

with your space in my bed empty
and your words still in my head
i’d give our “us” my last breath,
not to taste the bittersweet of your regret

i’ve done my best to let it go
to write it off or keep you close,
but i still feel you in my bones;
haunted by your missing ghost
and the nights we spent out all alone
in the quiet place we used to know.