I'm sick of this routine.

I wake up.
I think of you.
I look in the mirror.
I think of you next to me.

I listen to the songs we once knew as ours, my eyes fill up. Do tears come from the heart? As my eyes fill up; my heart feels empty.

You don't know it, but I still carry you on my sleeve, you're the one that mattered.

Some say love is a game, if that's the case I've lost. Love stabbed me. It torn me. But im glad it did, it's made me who I am today, the pain makes me stronger.

I know this isn't the end. One day I'll see you with your kids, and you'll see me with mine, we won't say it, but we'll both know it.

"This could've been us". We'll think.