I don’t know what it is about you.
I can never let you go.
I wanted the best for us.
I wanted to write you a book,
But you left after the first chapter.
I saw so much hope for you and me
And that feeling has never left.
Now I’m sitting here, writing a books worth
Of sad words for you.
It always goes back to you.
I’ll always go back to you.
You can shatter my heart
A dozen times- but I will still
Pick up every piece and put them
Back into your hands.