talked to your best friend for hours
left feeling emptier than when I picked up the phone
I keep piecing it back to find where I went wrong

Tell me what I have to do to make you miss me like I miss you
Tell me what I have to do to make you look at me like you looked at her
what is it about me you can’t love
why am I so forgettable to someone who’s so memorable to me
why am I so in love with someone who feels nothing but hate towards me
and why can’t I let it go even when I know it’s been over for some time now

and just like when a tree falls in the forest
it will make a sound regardless of who is there to hear it
and you, my dear, are still beautiful, even when he’s not around to see it

it’s easier to write bad poetry about you
then it is to pick up the phone
and ask if you miss me too

so I don’t
I lay awake to the songs you left
I burn the candle that smells like you
I sit and I cry

Because I’m too in love with my own sadness to ever say I feel the same way about you

memories come in flashbacks
your hand in mine
your face across the table

I could have them all back if I wanted it bad enough
but when, my darling, have I ever really wanted anything?

forgotten in the pages of old books
dust settles in the nooks
my hands wrinkle with age
my heart beats slower in its cage

if I forget everything else
let me remember the hope itself

the first feeling of love without pain
I run my fingers down windows streaked by rain

years will pass before I’ll pull out the pictures again
I’ll hold you close, smile at the love thats been

maybe we learn more about love when it’s gone  
maybe we learn more about silence in the song
maybe I love you more now that it’s over
maybe you missed me more when you weren’t sober

questions I won’t have answers to
and the worries are anything but new

I still see it so clearly
walking away that night in the rain, heart pounding so fearfully

did we make a mistake?
has all of my strength been fake?

you warned me as the light struck down and the thunder shook

“You can’t turn this into a book
you can’t run and write me into lines you were too afraid to live
there’s nothing left I can give”

I smiled then, turned and left you standing there
sometimes it scares me, that I ever made you think I didn’t care

I only turn my greatest loves into fiction, my dear