bittersweet air
words spoken without care
for your mind is never bare
your thoughts you are able to share

though there is nothing to gain
your whispers bring me pain
a needle to a vein
my body shudders with strain

you were my shadow
though many years ago
you did come, you did go

and now you've finally gone
like my own blood, I have drawn
our future was laid out
but never got a chance to sproute

'Til this day I wonder where I went wrong with you.
I hope our paths never cross again.
I've been hurting for months and I have no idea how long it will be.
Before I actually feel fine.
I've been killing myself with all this downtime.
Wondering about you and how you're doing.
This will be my last poem about you.
I lived to see 23 and I'm happy for that.
A year ago I had you.
This month in a couple of days.
This will sproute new memories.
For myself so I can see my life completely without you.
I wish I could turn into a door so you can walk in and see my life.
'Til you realize how many locks you have to go through just to open the door.
I've had so many people tell me just to let it go.
Even you said "it is what it is."
And you're right.
'Til this day.
It will be "it is what it is."
You even told me happy birthday and it was awkward for me.
You don't really care about me.
Nevermore should I care about you.
'Til this day.
We walk separate paths.
Shall it stay like that.