Divided Unity

SINCE YOU LEFT

Since you left, I don't think about your gunmetal eyes

Or lion's mane that you wore for hair

I don't think about your damaged hands

Or golden heart that beats in your chest.

Since you left, I can't stand compliments,

Moreso than usual, as you probably know.

I dislike being called cute, until I remember

You didn't call me cute, but beautiful.

Since you left, I hate being called perfect.

Whether by kindness or by affirmation

After all, that's exactly what you told me too –

Before you left me at three in the morning.

Since you left, I wonder if there's anything really going for me,

I repeat what you said like a broken record player

I admit, you were never a player, but you hurt me anyway

You made a decision for the both of us while I was asleep and you were probably drunk.

Since you left, I thought about what I really lost

Was it anything, in the long run?

I think, maybe we can both be right.

You can be right, maybe I didn't try enough, but I was right that you'd be the one to leave.

Since you left, I despise voice calls and their endings.

I dread the moment it becomes silence.

I hate playing League with my friends.

Because I worry they'll say exactly what you said in our very last voice call together

Since you left, I hold my friends too close or push strangers away too far

And I'm afraid that they'll end just like you, leaving me for no clear reason.

I can't stand it anymore, and yet I still stay silent

While everyone else says, "I'll talk to you later," but like you, they're really meaning "Goodbye."