I found my math notebook from sophomore year with that red ink I loved so much, our notes to each other, the letters I never gave you, the lyrics I never sang you, the poems I never let you wade through. The red ink sang and screamed but the green ink just faded and believed no matter how far it's gone it will never leave. I guess you're not green ink and I guess I'm just blue, not your orange or green. I've been crying for hours but that's okay, you know I needed the shower anyway. I know it's my fault you're gone but that doesn't mean I don't long for the day you may decide to pay me a visit and I can say I'm sorry, I'm sorry, and you believe me.
