You. You took my eyes. Attached them to a line Straight in-front of your face. So it doesn't matter where I look, Or what I'm trying to do, All I can ever see is your ******* face.
You. You took my gravity. I dropped from the sky At the bottom was a mattress Crafted from the finest memory foam. Sheets already covered in your hairs, Pillows already smelling of your perfume.
You. You took my heart. Which may sound quite romantic, But I'm talking several broken ribs, I'm talking a gaping hole in my chest That anyone at all could look into And see the weirdest depths of my soul.