I see more light than dark, but when I encounter dark I seem to get lost in it.

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.

I was bitter. He was sweet. And in a parallel universe, we were bittersweet.

He was the love of my life, but life moves on.

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 told you I loved you, but I said it a little too late. You move in time and sometimes our timing is against one another.

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

Loving you might’ve been free, but it sure took a toll on me.