You became part of my heart,
Part of my soul,
Part of me.
My life’s changed forever more.
You jump in my thoughts at every given chance and bring sorrow.
But sometimes I dream of more; more blissful moments, more fictitious happiness.
I still wish you were here with me, arms wrapped around, keeping me with you never letting go, whispering “You always be mine, as I’ll always be yours.”
You were my almost love, almost my life.
But you left me here;
a broken person, a broken heart and a broken soul.
Couldn’t you love me?
Wasn’t I enough?
Was I too much?
Theses thoughts plague me, haunt me.
I was everything wrong.
I couldn’t do anything right.
I wanted you more than I knew.
I wanted your love.
I wanted you to love me.
I wanted, no needed, this chance more than you knew, more than you could grasp.
In the end all I can do is miss you,
Because you want me no more.
You crave something else, someone else.
You crave things I apparently can’t give.
And in the still of the night,
I hear your words and feel your lost love surround me in this blanket of black.