Every night
When we're whispering in bed
You get sleepy
And ask if I don't mind you drifting off
And I know you'd stay up if I said I did

And every night
When I say I don't mind
You say goodnight
And call me your prince
Then I say sweet dreams and hold your hand

Every morning
I wake up
Kiss your head and make you coffee
And you wake up to me saying "I love you"
Then you drag me into the kitchen where we make breakfast

And every morning
I make a mess of our ingredients
Because I'm distracted by your eyes and I'm a terrible cook
And you laugh at me, then burn the scrambled eggs
And I still love you anyway

Even though the eggs are my favorite

I'm left melancholy for long gone memories that won't boomerang back and resurface solely because they once made me happy.
I'm left feeling empty minded because thinking hurts, and thinking reminds me I'm a bit empty hearted right now which also means I am empty handed.
I'm left knowing that a common denominator when adding up the problems in my life is me and you can't subtract sadness out of a girl who finds it under every rock, in every corner without necessarily searching too hard.
I'm left feeling like I didn't overcome my sadness again and it's pathetic that I can't; it's notably sad I can't help but sit down with my demons and let them play in the card game that is my life when I was dealt all kings and queens and I somehow walked away with jokers instead.
I sometimes wallow in my sadness. It is not romantic, it is not cute, it is not attractive, it is not enticing, it is not alluring, it is not anything but sad. It is sad I can't always overcome it; sometimes it's a wave crashing down into my eyes, leaving me submerged and wondering when I can resurface to breathe and be alive once again.

Sitting by the river, looking through my reflection.
I wonder what has happened, what's caused this distance.
I remember sitting right here, while we skipped stones.
I told you I loved you, and I think you loved me too.
But that's gone now, and I wonder if it's for the best.