I walk into the room and it’s as if I am a ghost to you.
I see your eyes move every time they meet mine,
But I still stare because your pain hasn’t taken away your shine.
I try to understand where we stand,
I try to speak with you whenever I can,
But you rather let me cry than hear what’s on my mind
I miss you.
I have never gone a day let alone an hour without talking to you.
You made me feel like I didn’t need to hide from all the feelings I kept inside,
You showed me it’s okay to feel,
It’s okay to cry,
It’s okay to trust someone even if you were hurt before.
Hurt.
What I did to you.
Hurting you was my worst fear,
Because My fear was losing you.
Losing you killed me.
You tell me I haven’t lost you,
Yet our house is empty.
Empty because as I was professing my wrongs I watched you slowly pack your things.
You first grabbed your trust,
And as I went on you took the happiness we shared
the laughs we had,
The songs we loved,
And even your vulnerability,
But still I care.
After that you said it was okay as you walked out the door leaving me hopeless and alone in our house.