I wish you and I was still "we".
I wish we had never turned into "us".
Because if "us" never happened,
then "we" would still talk.
And if "we" still talked,
then you and I,
wouldn't be like "this".

I wake up.
you're there.
I get dressed.
you're there.
I turn on my car and the radio.
you're there.
I go to work.
you're there.
I go home.
you're there.
I go to sleep.
you're there even more than before.
But then I realize,
you're not there.
I am here.
And you are there.
And that's how it is.
Because you and me,
will never be.

Maybe someday you'll love me.
Maybe someday my eyes will be the ones you fantasize of before you fall asleep, not his.
Maybe someday every fear shall be conquered like some great hero on his quest to vanquish this depression and keep the demons at bay.
Maybe someday the compilation of the love letters I left on your skin will linger longer than my scent on you and perhaps you'll remember these marks over him.
Maybe someday I won't love alone.
Maybe someday I can hold your gaze and not feel empty inside knowing that I've lied to you.
Maybe that's the root of all this.
That I've lied to you.
That her skin haunts me sometimes and creeps into my mind like the bump in the night and sometimes I'm not honest when I say who the 'I love you' is to.
Maybe it's because I've lied when I say it's always been you.