I used to write you poetry when things were different, years ago
On a playground slide under the stars at night, our love just beginning to grow
Change to autumn, the falling leaves and chill in the air
But I'm warm when you give me your hoody to wear
Expressing feelings was never our strong suit, poetry was all we could do
To really convey how much you meant to me, how much I loved you
We'd sit in silence listening to music, you hold me on the floor
“I need you so much closer,” tears fall, I never felt this way for anyone before
I used to write you poetry until one day things changed
One day we parted ways, our last goodbyes exchanged
I didn't want you to leave, I held you too close without room to breathe
When all you wanted to do was run away from everything you knew
And I was being selfish because I didn't want to lose you
So you pushed me away, but you pushed me off a cliff's edge
Was everything we had together just built up in my head?
I used to write you poetry to try and win you back
I'd stay up at night because you'd appear in my dreams, I became an insomniac
Discarded like yesterday's news I was alone for weeks
I didn't want to see anyone, it was ages before I wanted to speak
Sobriety was too painful and I needed to numb the thought of you
To get high and block out everything else was all I wanted to do
I wrote you songs because from hurt stems inspiration and creation
But from you there was only silence, which needs no translation
I used to write you poetry until one day you finally reached out
You wanted to spend time before you joined the Navy and shipped out
So we spent a night under the stars, the most we'd spoken since since our break
It felt like a dream, but instead of slumber it happened while awake
We were to go away with your friends, a few days before you were to depart
Until a wrench was thrown in our plans when the cops pulled over the car
Our lives were thrown upside down, and after a few days that was it
You stopped speaking to me, no reason, just like that we permanently split
I used to write you poetry until I realized it could do nothing
I tried my best to pretend I was past it, and you never knew I was bluffing
But instead of sitting around and waiting for someone who didn't seem to care
I happened to find someone else who treated me right and actually was there
After everything we went through, I realized I could never really hate you
I wanted to try and be friends, but friendship is something we can never truly pursue
After love that's been lost, how is it possible to feel anything but?
Pretending and forcing it, I can't change the way I feel in my gut
I still write you poetry, but it seems it all comes out sad
But sometimes the words you write are too; do you ever think of what we had?
It's the only way I'm able to get out what I feel
Even if it's all in my head, and will never be real.
