"I can’t stop crying because I know you’re gone. 
My friends tell me you never really loved me, because if someone loved another, they’d never leave them. Especially not in the darkest of times. 
I know you’re gone and I should be over it.
I know you’re gone, and crying isn’t going to bring you back. I know you’re gone, and no amount of poetry I write will result in you calling me up at 4 am. You don’t want me anymore, and I realized that the second you quit your good morning and goodnight texts. I watched you unlove me when our love spun out of control, and hit rock bottom. The funny thing is, I only loved you more from that moment on. But I know, I know. I know I’m never going to hear you sing to me again. I know you won’t pick up my calls at the first ring like you used to, because lately I’m just forwarded to voicemails. I get it. What we had was up and down, and I can’t expect you to love me forever.
Even though you told me you wouldn’t mind doing that. You told me you wanted to get as close as possible to forever with me.
I know you’re gone. But when will my heart finally understand what my brain already does?
I wish I could forget, and I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. I’m meeting new people, but somehow only the sound of your voice still echoes in my mind."