I've always felt that time existed
In minutes of illusion
And in pocketful of moments
Moments we wish didn't turn into memories

I've always thought that I could
Live without anybody and so
Stuck within the space between my heart
And my head I reject everything
That looks like or sounds like the L-word
But here's the thing
I haven't yet still gotten over our time spent
Recycling time into seconds of memories
It wasn't an illusion but our memories
They seem like they are; we were
Two people broken and all over the place
But with each other found perfection
In being broken and the beauty in fallen pieces
We fit,
Yet we split
And even though now time
is back to being an illusion  
I can't seem to tick my way back to you.