You're gone now, but I still
think.
About the times we spent,
about the hugs we shared,
and the shoulders we gladly lent;
for cries.
You know, I still wonder,
about our love.
About whether you ever truly
loved me for me.
Whether those kisses were
fake,
if there was a different
thought behind your eyes,
every time I stared.
You know, I cared,
but now I realize you didn't give
a sh*t,
and those feelings have
ebbed away,
leaving guilt.
It was my fault.
You're gone now.
My eyes, my laugh, my hair,
you couldn't care
less.
You played, and I joined in.
Too bad though,
you left before you
could see
me win.
