too late

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empty
again, you've left me
empty
your promises that hold no truth
empty
crying in your old t-shirt
empty
holding her, since you won't
empty
distancing myself because i'm so fucking
empty

you found me broken, so you put me back together
you showed me what we could be
but then we started to tether
we were ripping at the seams
waking up on a saturday morning to you
quickly became
waking up on a saturday morning to a house left cold and
empty
when you found me i was broken, but when you left me i was
empty
you had filled me with happiness, but you took it back when you left.
tiny belongings you had yet to pack up held me hostage in my own house.
the memories of that scratch on the wall, while once sweet, now suffocated me.
your spot on the couch, now sat
empty
your spot at the table now sat
empty
your spot in my heart forever sits
empty
i hope you think of me and you feel
empty