Sleep in the middle

Lost inside my head, looking at the empty side of my bed. I feel this all without you, I keep thinking because I don't want to lose what I loved about you. I've got all this space now, space that you once occupied even when you were gone. It's all mine now, this world that I was so accustomed to sharing with you..
You were something else I will admit. I remember what you told me, which now I wish only to forget.
Standing in the cold sun, smoking quiet cigarettes. It was just before I let you down. It's funny how a heart shatters all at once, it seems like it should make a sound. 


I suppose I lost the will to fight. I guess it's because I didn't have the time to get it straight in my mind, to catch up and see that I was blind. I wish I was wrong, and still I write.


It seems we always recognize love after the fact. We did what we did, and that was that.
I would say that I'm sorry if it would do any good, but to never regret means that you have to forget, and I don't think that I could..


Lately mornings are always like the morning after, clothes from bodies that make naked, yet it's always me alone before and thereafter.
There is a world of people somewhere else out there, following their bliss, living easy getting kissed. 


I found the coins you gave me when we were first in bloom, when I thought that you might save me, but I was wrong to assume. We were always walking, and then your bed and our sparks became a flume. We never did stop talking, and still when you enter, you light up the room.


Now every morning is like the one before, my clothes without yours lay unwanted on the floor. But in our friendship I wish for you to be my youth, to be my wait until, to be the truth and the laugh that fulfill.


I breathe through it, I write a list of my desires, I make a toast, I make a wish, I slash tires and I paint a heart repeating..


I could think of a million ways you proved you weren't the one. So, you keep your lonely heart and never mind taking part.