I watch our favourite films very often.
They're not as good anymore, though.

I remember how much you hated new bed sheets,
how you lit up when I did coffee for you
and how you teased me for not liking it.
I will never forget our 4am walks on saturday mornings,
when we always studied the stars lying on the same field.
You always told me no-one could ever replace me.

People ask me if I miss you sometimes.
I tell them no but I don't really change my bed sheets that often.
And I've learnt to enjoy coffee,
I still take those 4am walks on saturday mornings
and I always study the stars lying on the same field.
And no-one can ever replace you, either.

If you read all I write about you,
would you come back?
Because I carve words
into my skin from midnight,
you are the poem I write till dawn.
A knife cutting me in half,
splitting me in two,
and all of this I did for you.
But would you come back?

you came with seeds
and planted them inside of me
you watered them
with your love
and watched them blossom
into resplendent flowers
you plucked their petals off
one by one
you watched them suffer
and you let them die