Would you even take notice to my absence,
If it wasnt for the fact that your blood,
Flows through my very own veins?
Could you even possibly, maybe remotely,
Find a way of showing some compassion,
To the one slowing slipping from your sight?
When will you stop this immaturity,
Grow up; realize Im something worth missing,
And take in some emotion to project to the world?
Can you even truly forget me,
After all that weve dealt with;
After everything weve said to one another?
Will you honestly sit there in silence,
Let us break apart, erode away from what we are,
And let that be the end?
