I’m waiting for you to come back.
If you were a season you’d be autumn and all it’s leaving.
You should know that you can’t be all those colours and then just disappear on people like that.
It hurts to look at empty branches.
You sent your eyes somewhere else and I miss them.
I’m sorry, it’s just I lose pieces of me when you’re not around.
I’m sorry, I’m trying so hard to be selfless.
I’m sorry it’s just that I can’t look at empty skies if the sun won’t look at me.