When I need you, where are you
Just never there when I need that person to care.
The ghost of you leans against me.
Even the faint conversation is becoming weak.
I guess love took on a different meaning for you as you swipe through the phone.
I see everything you can’t see slipping in the wrong direction.
I hold on to the wrecked beauty still gleaming in the dull room
how long can I wait to have the person I deserved from the start.
A shadow is cast upon my heart, an ink stain is slowly climbing on to the muscle that beats.
Alone I grasp at my chest,
LOST appears on me.
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