You stole my soul but I figured it was because you needed it more.

You couldn’t tell I was crying because my eyes were closed.

The problem wasn’t that I loved you. It was that you loved me and then I loved you. Then one day you stopped while I still did.

I want you to look at me the way I look at the ceiling in the night. The way three am knows my name.

It was never a lingering sadness in result of us not being together. It was more so your arrogance towards the situation that brought on the sadness.