Deepest Part of the Ocean

microphone

Maybe right now you're lying on that hotel bed, tightly embracing those pristine white sheets, sleeping

and I'm staring at this empty page, clearing

my brain of thoughts that constantly fill my mind,

—the wonders and misery of a love that was once day but in a quick blink turned into night

Maybe right now you're strumming your guitar, giving life to empty words

humming to a new song you've written

and I'm writing, eating, walking— forcing my self out of this situation

to hide behind the shadow of hurt and frustration

Maybe right now you're hyped up, enchanted

by their screams and you're taking on a new high  — euphoria

and i'm right here putting my make up on

because the world won't stop for me,  I can't slow down

Maybe right now you've already forgotten

our story that didn't have the best start but has already ended

I'm still here, but I'm not waiting,

I'm just learning to appreciate my little moments worth celebrating

I won't forget you were a part of my story

and I'm just part of your past that will never again be your present;

I won't forget the way your fingers brushed through my hair when I was asleep,

or the songs you secretly performed for me so I was the first one to see,

or your smile whenever I'd scream your name, pretending we're strangers, as you stepped on that stage

I keep them for the memory

They know your present, but they will never know I am your past

They will sing songs you've written about our love that didn't last

and

that is okay

you were trained to lull multiple hearts and not  just one,

you were born  to hold the mic
that gave you life even if it meant taking mine

And

that is okay

Because dreams don't exist in reality,
don't they?
And you're that far-fetchedb dream who was only shortly mine but was never meant to stay

HD