You're no longer you.
You're still here. You're still mine. But you're no longer you.
I speak to you, but you just hear noise. I touch you, but you don't feel anything.
Your eyes used to hold the universe, and now they hold nothing but sadness.
You tell me you can't do this anymore. You tell me it was not my fault, but yours.
Yet here I am at 3 am, sulking at my window. Desperately looking around for a reason.
I guess I just wasn't good enough.
But she was. She was good enough.
I guess you're still you, just no longer mine.