Your favorite game is chess,
But I thought the game was mean,
Cause you labeled all your pieces,
But I was never queen.

I hate that when I dial your number,
It says it's calling home.
Cause home is someone who loves you,
And you never pick up the phone.

Maybe the reason
Your mom is so happy to see me,

Is because I'm the best girl
You ever brought home.

And maybe I'm happier

Because you left me alone.

I dreamt last night
That you filled my inbox
With words of regret.

I woke up thankful
That it was all on my head.

Although last month,
I would've cried,
I no longer wish for you
In my life.

I see you sighing at his name,
And turning yellow to blue.

I hope you keep in mind,
The only one you need is you.

How can you fall asleep,
Knowing I'm not okay?
And how can you expect me to move on,
And say to save it for another day?

It was different when it came to him.

He didn't have a cold front that chilled your bones yet intrigued you at the same time.

He didn't have a hard glare that made you weak yet completely captivated you.

He wasn't harsh at first, and then you came to love him.

He was sweet, and kind,
and completely mesmerized by you.

And then he wasn't.