If only I didn't still love you.
If only we didn't part ways.
If only I'd said something sooner.
But then my heart caged my words.
And my vision was cut in thirds.
Do I love you?
Am I just being selfish?
Should I let go?
I want to move on.
But I can't.
My heart won't let me.
I miss you.
But why?
Why can't I stop thinking about you?
Is it the pictures?
The conversations?
The classes?
The school?
I thought I was over this.
If only you knew.
I did this for you.
I cut my heart in two.
And gave one piece to you.
What did you do?
Where did you put it?
Do you still have it?
Do you think of me when you see it?
Or did you throw it away?
With nothing to say.
Except goodbye.
Or goodnight.
As you pushed me away...
