I'm saying the same things over and over
about different people
and your name still gives me shivers down my spine
and your appearance still makes my heart beat faster
you never were
you were always
like the rest who left me behind
when I became too much
why should I give into my emotions
when they lead me directly to failure
I'm writing to an invisible audience
without the hope of being heard
read
understood
where did you go?
I can see the light shining through your window
never knowing if you're alone when it goes off
where did you go?
every move from the book
I should have seen it coming