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You're still the one I know, You're still the one I love to mention when holding a penny into the fountain I throw. You're still the one, the only person that comes into my mind when someone rings my phone. Every night I lay myself in pebbles and stones, Those are my broken pieces and wounds lost from the greatness of your thorns. Sleepless nights count the tears that selflessly jump and crawl, The strangeness of this pareidolia and the voices in my head are still murmuring why did I fall, Like the shooting stars, I thought you'd do the same, But I was wrong and I am the one left to blame. When in my bed you're still there lingering in my head, From moon to sun I walk the tightest knot hanging by a thread. Collecting the feelings you gave without a doubt I take, Carefully put and keep them in a jar of love soon for you to break. Poems, scrapbooks, and love letters I made, They're all about you and I know for these will never fade. I'm still haunted by the night of October, I was standing there with the rain and you closed the front door, I felt empty and heavy at the same time I found myself on the bathroom floor, You're still the reason why I look at myself in my broken mirror. Your name loves to kiss my mouth The only word in this world I wanted to shout, Yes, you are still the one I want to know more about.
