We're less than lovers
But more than friends
Yet we had a great bond
That never descends

Don't know what happened
Why you abandoned
How it went wrong
Why we've disbanded

Was it something I did
Or something I said?
So many questions
Running through my head

Why did you leave me
And just let me go?
Why did you give up
And left me feeling low?

I don't need to have you
As someone who loves me
I just need you
To be here for me

It hurts, but I know
That you don't need me
She's the one you love
And *she will never be *me.

I've spent restless nights writing poems to and about you with heavy eyelids; poems you'll never read, poems I'll never have the guts to let you read, poems you'll never even know about.
I've described every single part, perk, quality of you with the most beautiful words I can find in the dictionary because you don't deserve simple, ordinary words.
Even your flaws are beautiful.
And still, I cannot string any of the million words in any language together to describe you or my love for you perfectly.
And I write about you like you sank your paintbrush in a cup of universe and created hundreds of galaxies; like you placed the stars in the sky, neatly arranged them into beautiful constellations.
Here is yet another poem for and about you, written with eyelids as  heavy as the ocean at 3:36 in the morning, after deciding there was no way I could sleep as my mind was still awake and thinking about you- as always.