I miss him,
Even though i said i wouldn’t,
This tale is pretty grimm,
And you’re listening even though i couldn’t.

Your laugh,
Used to be sweet and loving,
It’s breaking my heart in half,
I bet you think you’re pretty cunning.

Story I hate to tell,
But you love to relive,
I’m still locked in your spell,
And yet i still forgive.

Those chocolate eyes,
That caught my forest filled,
You’re like all the other guys,
And my eyes have spilled.

I miss you,
But you don’t even think of me,
Your name is a tattoo,
And i’m just debris.