You were my best friend.
You were the only one I told everything.
You made yourself at home in my heart.
My soul feels vacated, empty, alone.
We grew accustomed to you being with us.
You changed me.
You made me more.
With you holding my soul, I belonged.
Who do I talk too now?
You developed me into more, and now nothing?
Yes, Iâ€™ve always wanted more of you.
Why didnâ€™t you of me?
How did you stand that ache?
Once again I question my investment.
I knew better.
History told me.
I didnâ€™t listen.
Like a fucking weed, hope burst forth,
I fell happily into its velvet cage.