It's always you that I write about
I have to put these thoughts into words
Otherwise they'll just hurt me
And eat me alive
Alive
Until I die
So hi.

I always say it's the end
And then we'll kiss, make up
Whatever.
But it's been nine days
(Yes I'm counting)
Longest time ever.
It's going to get longer
And our memories will get shorter.

You don't care
You make up lies
You send paragraphs to them
Begging for them to stay
Yet do sarcastic smiles
Rip out guts with few words
Only for insignificant me.

And I'm not lonely
I've got beautiful people
But you dug a black hole in me
I'm tirelessly filling it up with words
That aren't from you
And will never be from you again.

So hi.
It's always you I write about
I don't think this will be the last
But I know this is a first
That this really is
The end.