the day you had left
it felt like pure theft
of my conscience, my heart
my soul, my mind, my art
you have no idea of the pain
of how much i tried to regain
my sense of self, my head
thinking of all of the words we never said
maybe im overreacting
but you were the reason of my being
my heart was beating for you
my emotions so disgustingly true
i tried to find my place
just a mere glimpse, a trace
of what i felt towards you
but i never could too
for since me met
my heart had long been swept
away from my chest
into yours to rest
you've been carrying it ever since
while i tried to convince
myself that the hole that was left
weren't the tears that i wept.