My deep
Dark
Tormented lover
My deep, dark, tortured man
Where have you gone...
I've searched the ground
I've searched the stars
Where did the other half of my soul wander off to?
What are you drowning in these days?
Who is making you laugh...
What do you do now in your free time?
Do you speak about me?
I find myself alone in dark rooms thinking of you until broken words fall out of my head and onto paper
I find myself melancholic until I am sick to my core thinking of our past
I don't hear your voice in the static anymore
I don't picture your face once I close my eyes
I don't think of you that often
I don't
Only when I'm in dark rooms trying to still my soul
Trying to lift my burdens onto screens
Then the thoughts creep in and I let them pour just so I can feel something for the night
