I don't recognize your gaze lately. I've been feeling like a lonely, cold egg, craving your warmth but never truly living in your cold. Where has the love we once had gone? I wanted to grieve but how does something die if it never truly lived?

You don't recognize my eyes lately. My dissapoitment always returns home uninvited. Sorry became my comfort song but you never wanted to sing it with me. Your absence once ached, but now it has become my friend, while your presence makes me miss you even more. Ironically, I've never felt more alone than when I'm right next to you.