Fact & Fiction

I don’t know why you’re still there
hovering in the back of my mind
I don’t know why I feel longing
When I see a picture of how we once was
Because fact isn’t fiction
and he sure wasn’t kidding
when he packed up his things to leave.
It’s like he’s taunting me
with things I wish would still be
yet even he haunts me
because I just never wanted to believe
that fact wasn’t fiction
how I thought he was kidding
when he packed up his things to leave
because he packed up those sweet memories,
and threw them out the door...
Not a tear he was crying, not a word he was lying
when he said, he didn’t want me
but he felt my heart breaking, and he heard my voice quaking
when I said, okay.
How I should have tried harder, to make him stay...
because we still should be.
If only fiction was fact...
You --- would still love me.