and on my worst nights
I still miss you
make it better for me
to miss you
and on my low nights
I still miss you
and think of when
I misused you
and my brain
recreates
stuck feeling like
a video tape
always repeating
it feels like
I’m going under again
becoming your friend
lonely again
only to depend
on me, myself and I
refrain from repeating
constant straining and aching
I’m painting my walls again
covering the blemishes
only to depend
on me, myself and I
I hesitate
to look up at the sky
and to my surprise
it started raining
I continued refraining
from thinking of you
to put my emotions
into retrospect
I neglect
to respect myself
and putting yours
above mine
makes the whole time
a living hell
when I started living
for just one person
and not two or more
on purpose
my life began to have a purpose
a way of feeling
I never had to hide
and now my mind
just stays intact
only loving
me, myself and I