Whatever It Is

Tethered to You

I should stop,
it's too addictive,
like, there's no way around,
I don't know how to become less,
of missing you, of loving you,
It's too captivating, and
I don't want to stop.

Your presence was my comfort,
a light that pierced my darkest nights,
and though you've gone,
your voice lingers,
echoing in the chambers of my heart,
a melody I can never forget.

I tried to push you away,
convinced myself it was for the best,
but now I'm left with the shadows
of what could have been,
haunted by the ghosts of us,
hallucinating a love that never was.

I see you in every person I meet,
searching for pieces of you
in the faces of strangers,
in the glances they give me,
but it's never you,
and it never will be.

I can't stop thinking of you,
of the memories we made,
the way you looked at me,
the way you made me feel seen,
and I don't want to let go of any of it.

But there is no us anymore,
just the remnants of dreams
I can't seem to release,
a love I'll carry alone,
wrapped in the warmth of memories
that are both my solace and my torment.