Will I ever be
The lover that inspires
Your poetry?

Will I ever be
the one
You cherish on paper?

I connect the dots
like connecting the stars
And I start to realize
We are star-crossed loners

I read deeper into your words
and I realize that your thoughts
aren't as deep as your ego.

You're an avid liar
a self-proclaimed extrovert
"My life isn't that great"
yet you seemed to talk only about yourself.  

It was so obvious,
It's almost hard
to get mad at you about it.
I'm angry at myself
for not connecting the dots sooner.

You weren't inconsistent because you were busy
You were inconsistent because you didn't care
You weren't excited to call me,
You didn't enjoy listening to my voice
You were only excited about hearing your own
desperate to hear my reaction of you.

The perfect face
The perfect liar
The dots connecting everything so perfectly.

How could I make him understand
that I missed him
almost as much as
I'd always loved his shadow

He'd seemed to love my company
as much as I loved his,
but all that was in the past now

You said
“I’m not going anywhere”
…
Silly me, believing you
You loved so hard
Just to leave me like this
…
But why?
…
Guess there’s things
I’ll never know