Depression looks good on you.
not your laugh or your smile or your lit up eyes.
depression is what caught me off guard with you.
I like to see you in your depression and see you when you're sad because then it makes me think that you were glad when I was depressed too.

She's lit
She's become the sun
All everyone wants to do is stare or soak
up her warmth
She's lit
She's not even happy.

Why am I here.
                           This is not my place.
               not my place
   Why does everyone else fit in so fine?
                           I can't do that.
             can't do that
Why does confidence seem to escape me?
                         Everyone else seems to have a good hold of it.
            *what's wrong with me

I love the citrus scent you used to give.
it was soft and sweet and warm.
I love the kind of mood you're in when you stare at me and watch what I do like its a masterpiece when really I'm doing a norm.
I love the way that you look past me now because frankly I don't exist.
you have someone new and to you she's perfect but I used to be the one you couldn't resist.
it hurts still and I think it always will.
the pain has stayed through all this time with me and it hurts even more to know that the both of you are fine.