Since then I feel smaller,
Like half a person,
There’s a reason people call people their other halves.
The tears rock me like an earthquake and it physically hurts.
Everywhere I go it’s music, and food and terms of phrase,
Screaming your name.
Like the world wants me to be in pain.
My bed is way too big just for me but I don’t want it full unless it’s full of you.
I think I took for granted the beauty of normal life with you in it.
The worst part is I can’t even tell you how much I miss you,
Because you’re healing too.
That’s okay.

It was 4 am,
The world was asleep,
The stars were awake,
And just like every other night,
I thought of you,
Are you on the other side thinking of me too?

I don’t need love in my life,
If i can’t love you,
No, I don’t need this heart,
If it won’t even beat for you
And I don’t really want to feel,
If i can’t feel you.

This never ending question of
whether it's all worth it in the end.
Maybe it is, If you mean something to society.
But I'm insignificant to the grand scheme of things.
And in the end,
aren't we all just ash in our purest form?

a fool
i am
  to convince myself
  that the words that flowed
  like the sound of a perfect melody
  from your lips,
  were the words
  of an honest man.