What we used to be

When will you see.
I enjoy these type of things.
They mean alot to me.
As though my heart sings.

You think this is fake.
I see it in your face.
Can you not pretend for my sake?
Just to occupy this space.

We no longer speak.
It is more than a curse.
Like that last final week.
When you carried my
heart in a hearse.

When I thought it was meant
to be.
We were more than perfect.
Both of us, You and me.
It was powerful enough to
make me reflect.