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Half The Person
I sit alone on my bed
The image of you engraved in my head
I think back to when you sat in this very room
How i never realized what we had was already doomed
We threw a funeral for something that was already dead
You threw it an after party and I cried instead
I see you now and I just cant't remember
The last time you said you loved me was back in September
You'd pick me up and we'd watch drops of rain hit the floow
We'd listen to songs I can't listen to anymore
We'd talk about our fears and aspirations
Get in fights and you'd let out all your frustations
We entered a race we knew we couldn't win
If only loving you wasn't considered a sin
You tried to teach me faith and I told you I didn't believe
Now I'm on my knees praying you hadn't decided to leave
Maybe in a different time and place this wouldn't have been so tough
Maybe if I was a different person you would've thought I was enough
I sit alone on my bed
The image of you engraved in my head
Empty and broken like half the person I was before
Too bad you and my half don't make up a whole

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I was inspired by a combination of songs about a similar type of relationship. I hope my writing is relatable and makes the reader connect with mine and their feelings.