1,025,109.8
One million
Twenty-five thousand
One hundred nine
Point eight
That’s how many words there are in the English language
And despite all the years and all the languish
I hadn’t even gotten to use half of them yet
But we burned out like the flame on my cigarette
And you left me, although you promised you would never
Promised we had a bond no one could ever sever
Promised that you loved me with all your heart
And no matter what, we’d never really be apart
You promised I would never have to live without you
As long as we lived and breathed, you would see me through
But it’s been three years since you left and two since you cut all ties
And I can’t help but wonder if all of it was just lies
I’m finding holes in your stories and the questions accumulate
How can I doubt someone I considered my soul mate?
But you left without a single word, like I was obsolete
And I can’t stop listening to the same fucking songs on repeat
Just because they remind me of you or what we used to be
And every single time, I crumble to the floor into a pile of debris
Because even if you weren’t real, maybe we were
Maybe what we had, albeit just a blur,
Was somehow meant to be
And you might find your way back to me
But it’s been three years since you left and two since you cut all ties
And now even my birthday makes me cry
The last stupid sweet message you sent that day
About how “tiddly” I used to be and how you wished that I could stay that way
Maybe I was selfish, spoke too much of myself
Dramatic, needy, more “tragedies” than my bookshelf
But at the end, that was the only time you really gave me affection
Still, my god, you were perfection
For each of the seven years I gave to you, I would give you seven more
I would give it all to you if I could be the one that you adore
Just one last time, just one more promise that you cannot keep
Because ever since you left, I’ve been getting so little sleep
One million
Twenty-five thousand
One hundred nine
Point eight
That’s how many words there are in the English language
And despite every minute and every message, I am clearly at a disadvantage
As it seems that you were able to move on and forget
While I’ve been left here with all of the regret
Reflecting on many a tryst
“You’re missed.”
Twenty-five thousand
One hundred nine
Point eight
That’s how many words there are in the English language
And despite all the years and all the languish
I hadn’t even gotten to use half of them yet
But we burned out like the flame on my cigarette
And you left me, although you promised you would never
Promised we had a bond no one could ever sever
Promised that you loved me with all your heart
And no matter what, we’d never really be apart
You promised I would never have to live without you
As long as we lived and breathed, you would see me through
But it’s been three years since you left and two since you cut all ties
And I can’t help but wonder if all of it was just lies
I’m finding holes in your stories and the questions accumulate
How can I doubt someone I considered my soul mate?
But you left without a single word, like I was obsolete
And I can’t stop listening to the same fucking songs on repeat
Just because they remind me of you or what we used to be
And every single time, I crumble to the floor into a pile of debris
Because even if you weren’t real, maybe we were
Maybe what we had, albeit just a blur,
Was somehow meant to be
And you might find your way back to me
But it’s been three years since you left and two since you cut all ties
And now even my birthday makes me cry
The last stupid sweet message you sent that day
About how “tiddly” I used to be and how you wished that I could stay that way
Maybe I was selfish, spoke too much of myself
Dramatic, needy, more “tragedies” than my bookshelf
But at the end, that was the only time you really gave me affection
Still, my god, you were perfection
For each of the seven years I gave to you, I would give you seven more
I would give it all to you if I could be the one that you adore
Just one last time, just one more promise that you cannot keep
Because ever since you left, I’ve been getting so little sleep
One million
Twenty-five thousand
One hundred nine
Point eight
That’s how many words there are in the English language
And despite every minute and every message, I am clearly at a disadvantage
As it seems that you were able to move on and forget
While I’ve been left here with all of the regret
Reflecting on many a tryst
“You’re missed.”