maybe a week or a couple of months i’m sure you didn’t miss me in all this time – the time i spent not writing but thinking i’ve got so many questions what’s worse to have something you once loved being taken from you or never even having it at all one where your warmth seems to be ripped from you – leaving an empty ache – with every turn – every smell that reminds you of her – wondering if you deserve that warmth anymore one where you spend nights longing – never feeling that warmth – creating futures you could’ve had but never will – a version who’ll only exist under the stars I spent nights debating these destinies I ask you – would you rather spend your nights longing for something you never had or feel the dull ache of what got taken from you? Song: Romantic homocide -d4vd