I’d text you just to feel something,
Even with no reply.
Searching for comfort through a toy,
Spending every day high.
Smoking makes the anxiety worse,
But so does not finding a light.
I wake up to clouds of you,
And go to sleep to them at night.

You’re worse than an enemy,
’Cause to you I don’t exist.
So neither do the nights you walked me home,
Or the way that we kissed.
What was the purpose of it all, even?
Just to be left dismissed?