I keep hoping you'll show up at my door,
And tell me you love me more than anything else,
That you didn't mean to hurt me and you were scared.
I keep hoping you'll text me or call,
And tell me you never meant for things to go down like this,
That you had a hard time opening up to me.
I keep hoping for the day you want to take me back,
And say that you missed me and you'll never let me go,
That you found a way to let me in to share your deepest fears.
Every day I'm hopeful,
And every day I still expect something from you,
Sadly, that seems easier than to let you go.
Love from Mars.
