it feels so old
this, my dying stare
wanting to hold
what is never there
I grow so cold
my heart grows so bare
and I’m always being told
to feel you like air
but it makes no sense
feeling you like this
bleeding my difference
with things I’ll always miss
killed in the innocence
of our very first kiss
left dead in the radiance
of heartache and bliss
gone are the days
like I knew you back then
now, dreaming of the ways
and wondering when
all the promises we made
will come true once again