Warm coffee mornings, forgetting the warnings.
Gone.
Endless fun and play-pretend, my memories on the mend.
Gone.  
My stupid smile and my needy sobbing, my soul which you were robbing.
Gone.
Your depressing mixtape and the endless fights, I still have those sleepless nights.
Gone.
An empty notepad and my lipstick stains, when you start to cry it starts to rain.
Gone.
The playground games and your heart defaced, you know that you're a disgrace.
Gone.
The regrets, the guilt, the pain and the way humans are built.
They're not gone.
They're all still there.