I loved the me I see in you
But time got the best of us
We stayed together
but lost each other

And to this day I still cling
to my favorite version of you
Hoping and wishing
It's still me you'll choose

One day I will win you back
like no other person could
One day I will heal you
from all the pain
and all your wounds
One day you will feel adored,
I will give you all I could
One day I will be right where I lost you, but this time,
*I wouldn't.

And I am the moon surrounded by a lot of little stars but still lonely. I am the moon still waiting for an eclipse to ever see your rays;

And I can only hope, that when dawn comes, you'll miss me too.

she opened the door
for everybody who knocked
just to see them go

Ask her
and you'll know
her version of the story

Ask him
and you'll hear
his side of the story

If you wanna know what truly happened, *who should you ask?

She's the kind of girl who asks,
"What if it doesn't work?"

And he's the kind of guy who says,
"What if it does?"

After all the poems she read about love, and all the poems she wrote telling people about what they deserve; she was still defeated.
She still lost, as we all had.

Because the love we deserve may not deserve us, *but it will still have us regardless.

You see, the hardest thing to endure when you lose someone is not the part where you see him walking away or running even; it's not her shutting the door closed or shouting at you begging to let her go. If anything else, I think that's the end of it.

For the longest time, I thought one only loses someone when they finally got away from each other. Who could've thought that even if we're centimeters apart, and even if my arms are wrapped around you... I still lost you.

I still recall the first time I lost you.

I lost you the moment I looked into your eyes expecting them to shine but all I got were empty glances. The reflection I saw was not at all about me, it's you I see, and I see you're not happy. I lost you the moment I asked about your plans and you kept talking about how you wanted to see the world and make a difference and not even once did you use the word "we". I lost you the moment I tried to write you letters only to find them underneath your pillowcase, sealed, unopened, unread.

I lose you every time I try to gain you back and the hardest thing about losing someone who forced themselves to stay... *is continuously losing them every day.