You lied, love In two years I will have known you For half of my short life I wanted to spend the rest of it with you Give you my part of this world Sleep on your chest Hold your hand in grocery stores Take your picture in the afternoon sunlight Drink coffee with you too late in the evenings So I could stay up with you all night You could've picked the colour of our front room Helped me drip paint all over the floor I gave myself to you In the quietest ways I thought of you to fall asleep Looked for you when I woke up I waited endlessly for you to arrive To come back For something, anything to show that you hadn't disappeared I mourned for you Cried real years at the loss of our imaginary world I've wished you eight Merry Christmas's Carried you with me into the New Year Missed you for more minutes than I've loved you But for what? I've got nothing to show You're starting a new life And so am I Me with him You with her We could've had it together But You lied, love
A letter to my dearest Jenny, how I do love her so.