I still love you .
But you hurt me
Now I'm with some else
That treats me better then
You ever did
But the difference is
I love you and
I like him

the eternal waiting and eternal longing
keep a soul on the edge of forever
just enough sweet n sour to live this day fully.

And I think I'll call these the lost nights.

The nights where the silence is all consuming. Shapeshifting into black holes.

The only light at the end of this tunnel used to be the sound of your voice.

But now I'm stuck between the four walls of my mind that taunt me with the secrets they hold in the form of my memories.

The most prevalent one says that you'll never call.

So far it's been right. Sometimes I ignore it.. But nights like these, it ricochets like gunshots. Screaming to be more than heard..

Screaming to be felt.

And once again I'm reminded that I'd rather it be your voice that broke the silence instead of my memory of it.

I think I'll call these the lost nights.

To stay a moment in silence;
will change the world by listening.