Logolepsy

Somebody You Used To Love

I'm sitting here wondering if I ever run through your head.
If the thought of me brings you peace of mind.
Or if I'm just another one of your problems.
Tell me that you love me even if it's immensely far from an aphorism.
Missing you takes up every crevice of my mind, and I'm listening to these songs, reminiscing all the days you made me feel safe.
The ghost of me is a mirage of somebody you used to love.
I'm sitting here knowing that your distance might just be the death of me, and that's okay because at least those words you molded for me kept me alive every night I didn't want to be.
Missing you as if I've finally lost you to life, and I'm aware of the fact that someday I'll see your face for the last time.
5am, when we mutually spoke in poetry, and valued each others prodigious passions.....
and if we ever stop talking, just send me one last song.
I want to let you know that you're lovely, but the fragility between us is writing my certain end.
I guess what I'm trying to say is I've given up on this.
I've given up on you.