I thought that things like this get better with time, but I still miss you. Why is that?
Lost interest in people.
Let them stay if they want to.
Let them leave if they must.
I cannot ask, I will not say a word.
My heart won’t let me. Or my mouth won’t move. I can’t be sure.
Either way, I have lost it.
Whatever ‘it’ is – my interest in being a part of this world perhaps.
Whatever it is, if fell off or I dropped it somewhere
And I cannot promise I’ll miss it.
Might’ve lost the most important character in my story. I know you gave me everything you had to offer.