You hated the smell of cigarettes 

So I stopped smoking 

Even when you're long gone

I still haven't picked it back up

Because I am still hopeful

That you'll come back

Bumping into you, talking to you

And still showing 

I cared about the little things 

After all this time

You must be proud of me
Proud that I have moved on
Proud that I have taken a step
Admiring the progress I made
Silently happy for me

But I am not proud at all
I am not proud of this progress
I am not proud of these scars
You gave me shameful wounds
That my heart has to bear

You were my pride and joy
You were my future and hope
A partner, a lover, a friend
Now look where that got me
A broken heart for all to see

Retelling the stories of us
Brings great shame to me
Making me look like a fool
Why would I be proud of
The hardships you put on me

You are not proud of me
Surviving the heartbreak
Or how I carry myself with pain
You are proud of the scars
That still carries your name

Can you tell me
How it feels to be disconnected?
Was it string by string
Or did you rip it off all at once?

When you looked at me
Did you see the color in my eyes?
Or did you see black and white
Before you looked away?

Was it hard?
Hesitation, doubts, guesses
Or was it easy?
Simple, quick, effortless

When we touched
Did you feel that electricity?
Or did your hand
Only felt an object?

As I loved you
Did you love me?
Or did you just
Say it awkwardly?

When I thought of you
Did you think of me?
Or were your thoughts randomized
With everything but me?

I asked how it felt
Because I am still connected
To someone who is gone
Who pulled away so effortlessly

A red string of fate
Severed by you
And I asked myself
How can I do the same?