and even up to this day, it is you that still look for every morning. and the one i whisper goodnight to before i tuck myself.
even up to now, you are still the person i would want to try and fail with. how do i fill in emptiness, the hole you were supposed to be? the part of me that was lost when you left is screaming at me. it knows i could never have her back.
i would have wanted to tell you that despite this hell, it will still be your hands id search for at the end of the day.
i would have wanted to tell you that even with the tears, it will still be your jokes id want to laugh about.
that even if you sometimes fail to
