Exhausted my soul, the lives we lead,
We look away too fast, refusing to see.
The good times once were there,
We cared so much.
Now, oh now, it hurts to look at you.
You look away, you get up when I enter a room.
You live upstairs, but it feels miles away.
You flirt, you drink-forget about me.
I doubt you really cared.
You found me when I was down and then you picked me up.
But you weren't strong enough to hold both of us, not even yourself.
I tried so hard to help you, to make you something better.
But you didn't want that, you just resented me more.
Why, now, do I feel as if I have failed?
I love another, but I can't forget you:
The laughs, the cries, the sleepovers.
You said one year, four years, you saw yourself with me.
We hardly lasted one month.
Something inside my soul is injured.
I need you back, but that's an impossibility.
I miss you.
*Dedicated to my x-bf, also the reason you never date a guy living a floor above you.*
