Life is bleak without you
The days are dark and long and cold
I wish for the earth to swallow me whole
Because at least we’d be together in the afterlife

I miss you even when you’re across the room
We are not Romeo and Juliet
We are not Montague and Capulet

And yet there are mountains that drive us apart
Do you know that in my heart
There’s a special home, waiting for you
Put down your coat, kick off your shoes
Make yourself comfortable in my life

If misery loves company, then I’m its wife

My mind is an ocean split in two
And you are Moses, right in the middle
Commanding my every move

Sometimes the wind whispers your name to me

It’s so easy to feel lonely in this city

I am Sisyphus, pushing the weight of this heartbreak up a hill
Every step you take back into my life propels the rock back down the valley, until I put myself together again
The Gods are punishing me

Artists are not supposed to have a happy ending
They suffer, they’re tortured
A writer’s tears wield awards
The misery of their struggles
Bring praise from literary fans who adore, them and
I guess I should thank you
For the streams of tears
That will spin my writing into a river of gold

When my anxiety keeps my breath captive
I think about the way your hand caresses the steering wheel
And how you played with my hair when you thought I was sleeping
It’s miserable living life in memories of you
And I hate you for being so incomparable
That despite the interest I find in others
I’ll walk through life alone,
in search of mere reflections of you