I hate how every song reminds me you aren't here.
I'm sure you'd agree if...
you were awake more than four hours a day.

Is this how the woods feel when a bear disappears?
The prey, I'm sure, rejoice
but not me.

I thought I made you happy.
Everything was better.
Or is that false hope why you don't want to sit on my pedestal?

I'm being irrational I'm sure but
hypocrite fits us both, dear.

I'd be lying if I told you I was happy
but then you've forced me to be a liar
because you don't want scars that aren't yours.

And as I sit here
crying tears I'll swear weren't because of you;
telling myself a person can really sleep for a week;
pretending I don't think you're looking else where;

I'll still know I'm not welcomed in your black hole.

-Rachel Ann Osborn