I shattered my own soul

You were

On some level I might've understood 

That these hand of mine have become claws

Not made for others

And even though I have tried my best I knew couldn't hold on to the memories of you

You've gone and you forged these claws

You've left me

And perhaps I am selfish I am reckless that is true

But those are all the things they would have said about you

And I ask myself do think of me the same way I do?

I have no tears 

Not anymore

So it's scratch open the last reminder of you 

And yes my eyes have already changed 

But my heart still feel the same

It feels the same 

This pain is still trapped and I can't lose it

And perhaps I am depressed, delusional and dumb

But those are the thing they would have said about you

Do you think of me the same way I do?

I have your voice

I have your hair

I have your eyes

I have your stare

I own your soul

I own your heart

But I would much rather tear it apart

I own your books

I own your clothes

I have you chin, cheekbones and nose

I have your guitar

I have your photos

The only thing I lack is you

perhaps I am dramatic, cowardly and cruel

But those are the things I would have said about you

Do you think of me the same way I do?

I own your love

I own your might

You were my sun and my daylight

You were the stars

You were the dark

But you are gone 

You promised it was only for one night

You have always taught me humans are cruel and selfish

You were right