I was young, too young to know better
I was in love but he had to go away
He was kind and smart, beautiful too
I liked the days we spent together
He was my best friend, the day he left he gave me a gift
I still have it It is the last thing I have of him
I miss him so much It makes me cry
His name is luke, I try to hold onto the memory of his face
I try to hold on to the way he made me feel, when all was right

The way you held me
The way you spoke
The way you smiled
The way you cared
The way we laughed
The softness of your touch
The way you made me feel whole
The ways you did things that I can never get back

It has always been a weakness
                                                 it always will be
                                                                          I hate it because it wont stop
I am weak so ******* weak
                                           But I cant help but feel these feelings
                                                                                                     I cant stop
I feel everything so vividly so deeply
                                                          For this I am weak
                                                                                       Why?