You're the only one I have to write about,
Though I've regained my will to live.
How much pain could I have saved us both,
I never knew how much you had to give.
Don't misunderstand me, we had to go our own ways,
I placed too much faith in how we'd separate.
Tried to save you, tried to save my idea, late,
I tried and failed, should've known,
Should've committed to my parting anger, you should've never called my phone.
I remember you in dreams, sometimes I wake up with an empty arm,
I carved my heart into a target, when you left I wanted harm,
Anything other than the shining light of warmth and bickering we grew through all the distance, but the depth and feeling between the raw ******* of *** and reeling images nestled in the difference of our wrists' width couldn't begin to cut away the lacrimal plaque in my eyes after you cracked the glass and I shot to panic.
Those winter nights inside of you,
The way we let each other in,
The way you helped me drift away from how my old man treated women,
After us I almost wandered back again.
If not for losing you I never would've reached out,
I never would've wanted so badly just to die,
You were my fated leap into the madness,
You were the push that caused my heart to fly.
I want to end us on a good note,
I'll fight like hell not to,
I'll push against that notion,
Like no one ever taught you.
I never gave you presents,
It was my way, no matter how many hints,
Or when you'd tell me right out,
Try to cover my brain in prints,
I guess I'm better off the bad guy,
Sleeping around, cold until my clothes come down,
I've moved on, but barely forward,
I've only managed not to drown.
One day I'll find a partner,
Some dawn will find a bed with two,
A house and kids, maybe a power couple,
Though even if I remain in solitude, in stone,
Even then, my life lived alone,
Would be forever changed by how much I let myself love you.
Wrote about an ex.