Wish there was a negative amount of space between us instead of all this negative space between us, missing out on all the trust, when did we forget to love, forget to lust? These moments as you yell and tears stream down my face I realize I am nothing but something to hold a place. My words are either too little or too much, never the right thing said, or maybe I'm just never enough. I love you, I love you, I love you, but what's love even mean with all we're going through? What's our love if it's not what it was before? Do you even really love me anymore? I still think about you all the time, but mostly now I wonder if I'm even on your mind. I know I'll give you all the love I have to give, but when it runs dry, I know that'll be our end
I thought we were the lucky ones