I didn't know I still missed you.
I thought I was doing fine, you know?
I could stand to see the couples.
I could read love stories again.
I didn't think of you that often.
And when I did it didn't **** me (as much.)

Every night, though, I'll lie awake.
With sadness in my bones.
I feel so lonely, and it's rather strange,
Because I'm not the least bit alone.

I haven't touched the notebook in a month.
It still sits beside my bed.
I don't think I could even touch it, without feeling again.
******* useless bits of paper soul.

I don't know why I feel the way I do.
I thought I just missed the way you made me feel.
The feeling of love, y'know?
I never thought for a moment I was missing you.

Did you know I feel hollowed, love?
Not just empty, so much more.
Something was dredged out of my heart.
And, ****, I'm pretty sure it was you.

**** me, **** you.
**** us, and everything we were.
Do you know it feels like I'm dead, my love?
And do you know, it hurts like a *****?

It's mysterious, really, how it ended the way it did.
I know you've found someone else.
I know they hear your voice instead.
But I don't know how you've replaced me, when my heart's still made for you.