I find myself thinking about you daily.
Your memories are stored on the drives of my heart, and my mind clicks on that folder, opening our history, and that's when I wish we had more tabs to open.

I guess you're the song that's always on repeat, and your lyrics somehow speak to me in way that my words cannot express. If I were to shuffle my playlist, I know I'd hear your voice in every song.
Now we're a broken record that's been placed aside. Our album cover is titled Love, but inside there's two broken pieces, almost like a puzzle, putting us together will make us whole.

You're my favorite movie. Your scenes, I recite like I wrote the script, and the emotions you evoke, leave me wanting more. Your name rolls up with the credits, while my tears roll down because the edits, edited me out.

I guess, you're my favourite instrument.
So many notes, and till today I can't play you, so I watch how others do, hoping one day my musical mind can somehow find a way to, love every note without playing it, but, enjoying it.

You're my favorite season, funny, cause you left like I didn't deserve a reason. Like winter, your love grew cold. I got cold feet saying your name, you got a cold shoulder, and you pushed me away.

You're still my favorite piece of art. I love the color of your soul. The contours of your brush kissed smile, I swear, I'll never have enough to buy you, but I have plenty of room to have you, and if this gallery gets lonely, please trust that it's only because all the art was never as fancy, so I'd buy out the place, just so you can stand out the way you should. Beautiful, with a message that only I can understand.