Your Name

I've been trying all this time just to see
all the reasons you have given
just to leave
why am I so bitter about you ?
I don't understand
I always thought we were
on the same page
but I guess
we were reading different books entirely

I think about our love
and its lack of meaning
complacent, yes
but I daydream of the day
when the thought of you finally
doesn't bother me

you were exactly my cup of tea
but for some reason
you tasted exactly like coffee
depriving me of rest when I'm trying to sleep
after being awake for days

years from now
I know your smile
will tease the cracks in me
and smite me with hope
and as much as I enjoy solitude
I wouldn't mind
letting you come a little closer
just to feel your warmth
one last time

your name tastes like 
the bottle of Regret I drank the day I watched you leave
it feels like 
looking into the mirror saying, “ it’s going to be better “ 
knowing its not

I used to cry to the Moon and Stars
about you
so, don't be surprise if one day
you look up at the night sky
and they tell you howmy soul misses its other half