some mornings I pretend you're here,
walking with me to the gas station,
for a Red Bull and Snickers,
but only buying one for myself.

some afternoons I pretend you're here,
sitting with me on the damp grass,
watching as the cars pass by,
wondering if you were in one of them.

some nights I pretend you're here,
I whisper that I love you,
and tell you about my day,
but not hearing about yours in return.

everyone tells me the same thing,
"remember why you two split",
but how am I expected to think of that,
when all I can see if my perfect fit

somewhere between these lines

is a place

for a name

I haven't written for

in a while

how could you look at me,
with your bright green eyes,
yet so dark,
and so addicting,
and act like that look,
wasn't the very same look,
that you'd given to me,
when we were in love?

I knew that you planned to leave,
after all my text were left unread,
And you'd stop calling me every night,
it spoke the word you were afraid to,
so I did for you,
asking you why,
what had gone wrong,
And if it was my fault,
but you apologized,
and said it was you,
not me,
which I knew was a lie,
but you just didn't have the heart,
to tell me what we both knew was true.

All I ever did wrong,
was truly care about you too deeply,
thinking about you while listening to any love song,
I treated you like a key to finally being a human,
but I realize you never were the key,
instead you were the whole lock,
The law to the door that would have told me.

maybe it was me,
was it my very presence,
stopping you from light,
The light that gave you reason,
to finally live.