That missing part of what you speak of is part of never fighting the good fight. Never bouncing back to have that one person willing to get down with u in the middle of life is the sigh. It'll always be a memory bcuz of what you've never applied yourself to gain. As hearts, if real with how they feel, well forever be broken to the break...
I heard nothing but periodical words n it wasn't enough. I was worth more the way you are for another to earn my luv. It wasn't easy letting go n I'm not sure I truly have. But the reality of it all stays hidden behind my face bcuz I'm gonna be ok here today...
Even though you're where you are as it bothers me every day. That's the part where you simmer accepting the life you live as I escaped. For your own reasons is why I had to shut down on everything you've never known. So the missing part, for years I've missed coming home...
To a place that no longer exists even in my mind. Somewhere where we're lost in time together claiming mine. N yet everything is subject to change if two people aren't willing to put in the work. As I'll miss you always, until I'm placed in the dirt...
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