When you left you took everything, when I started seeing you in my dreams you gave me hope that one day I'll see you again. Because of how you left I always flinch when I hear gunshots, but you always come to mind when I hear fireworks. Because of where you left, not too far from home, I always visit places we'd go because I like to think I'd bump into you there. Because months have passed and I still can't get over it. I want to visit you at home. I want to call you and hear your laugh. Because as soon as you left, I became reckless with my life. You wouldn't be happy with that but I'm not happy without you. Because I've tried to make peace with your departure but it fucking hurts and I've tried everything to patch this emptiness I feel but nothing helps. I guess it's meant to feel like that.
Because you left there's nothing for me here. You took the gunshots, I felt the bullets in my heart when you were gone. I miss you.
