It's so hard that my first thought
every single time I wake up
is you.

But it is even harder that
my next thought would always be
I miss you.

I couldn't sleep last night.
And while I was waiting for daylight,
I thought about how
heartbreaks are a pleasure for the heart breaker.

I guess the pleasure was never
in the heart breaking part.
The pleasure is in taking what you want
and leaving like nothing mattered.

It takes good effort
not to call everybody
by your name.

I miss you
that much.
But I was just one of your games.

The next time you find me,
I hope by then you've already found yourself.

And I hope the next time you find me,
it is not the word "leave", I hear
but the word "live."

Cause I swear to God,
I'd leave everything if it means living
with you.