There's a weird pain in my chest
I say it's weird because of the circumstances surrounding

We're done
I don't miss us
And I'm happy to be your friend

I don't even miss having that person in my life
You know, the foil
The other
The one that completes you
And maybe that's because
I've never truly experienced that

What I miss is love
What I miss is gratitude
What I miss is recognition
I want to be there for someone
Not really for my sake, but for theirs
I want to be of assistance

But at the same time, greedily,
I want to be noticed for it.

I was going to write something
But my mind turned desert
For there was nothing fruitful to say
And the fount from which I drank
Ran dry

There's nothing, but everything
in the realm of your eyes.

As sin slowly covered my skin
My soul cries out
And I try to drown myself
Hopefully I'll still be accepted

I find an unrest in you
That I've never found elsewhere
I think that's what perturbs me so