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Scared to be left alone with my thoughts,

I fight to fill my mind with better days

Happier moments

Unforced smiles

Do-over.

I need a chance to make things right.

I don't want to blame myself

Or you

Or sing sad songs

Or what-if my life away

I lie in bed at night

Praying I'll see you in my dreams

Anything to get a glimpse

To feel close to you again

Won't someone wake me from my painful slumber?

Tell me it's not real?

That's what I really need.

My heart writes you letters every day

My mind sends them by Federal Express

They come back

Return to Sender

But sender has a name!

And feelings

And a world that feels empty without you in it

Doesn't that count for something?

Unsinkable

You sank

… all the way to Boston.

The impossible, it happens.

But impossible is nothing.

Right?

Off you went with the best of yourself

Leaving nothing but a few forgotten memories behind

Fragments of what I wanted it to be

The pieces don't fit

I'd give anything for an apology

A goodbye

A hello

I'd give anything for something.

I wonder

Like you said you would.

How you are

What you're doing

If you dream about me

And I wish I didn't care

It won't change things anyway

The phone doesn't ring

And my inbox is still empty

WHERE ARE YOU

WHY DON'T I MATTER ANYMORE

HOW COULD YOU JUST LEAVE

WITH NOT SO MUCH AS A GOODBYE?

Am I really that replaceable?

Apparently.

Blubbering

Babbling

Blundering

Making no sense whatsoever

Doesn't matter

Cus I don't either

Frail and foolish I am

Waiting like always

Sitting on my doorstep

Leaving the light on

Hoping like a child that you'll come back

You always used to come back

I'm sure one day soon this too shall pass

It always does

But now…

Now it hurts

Now I cry

Now I wallow in self-pity for the things I have lost and can't control

Now I remember

And oh how I wish I didn't

Now I lie

To myself

Because it's better than the truth

Now I fake it

Because it shouldn't bother me this much

One day you'll be a distant memory

Nothing more than a few paragraphs in this epic poem of life

In which I'd like to play the hero

And you the error in judgment on my way to love