i remember the day we started talking (i mean really talking, when you looked into my soul and i into yours) and i never thought it would get so close. like i couldn't breathe without knowing you were inches away.
you told me i helped you breathe too but then why did you leave like that? why'd you leave me outside cold in the dark when you stayed inside and forgot about me, moving on to happier times (yeah maybe we didn't always have the happiest times but it was nice to feel you next to me, and you were alive next to me).
but now you're so far away (it's funny, seconds ago you were so close) and i'm finding it hard to breathe again. where are you?
RITA MADE ME WRITE A POEM ABOUT IF SHE JUST STOPPED TALKING TO ME THIS MADE ME SAD