You.
The way I used to look at you.
Your hair that falls gently down your shoulder,
Your eyelashes, and the way they curled up every time you blink,
Your eyes, oh, those dark, brown, beautiful eyes, that I never seemed to take for granted,
And
You.
The way I used to love you,
The way I used to say "I love you" 56 times a day so that you’d never forget,
The way I said "I miss you" every time we'd be apart,
Those times I'd hug you after every minute because I didn't want to miss every single moment I spend with you,
And the way it was so easy for me to see you as this
Perfect
Beautiful
Amazing person,
even with all your flaws, that only seemed to make you more beautiful by the moments that were passing by.
But what a fool I've made out of myself.
You see,
It was always,
"I used to,"
"I said,”
and “I loved,"
I, I, I,
Me.
At the end of the day,
it was always me,
that was in this mistake I’ve gotten myself into.
Unrequited love.
That was the relationship this has always been.
I loved you with my everything,
But you didn’t seem to notice every,
Every effort I did to make you feel the same way.
We lied there in the grass,
Looking up.
But I guess,
We just looked up at the stars differently.
And It's too late and now,
I see that you’ve distanced yourself so much from me,
that we weren't just miles, words, or worlds apart,
but that you were now a ghost that would haunt me in the home you've already made in me.
You took every single part of me when you left.
Every time I'd look at you, I'd see me.
But now that you've gone,
Now that you left,
Every time I'd look into the mirror,
All I would see is a stranger,
A stranger haunted by the ghosts of his past,
And the ghost of his, which was
You.