I stare out the window as your smell still lingers in the sheets,
Can you hear the stillness out on the streets?

The world has forgotten about you and me,
there’s nothing more that we can be.
I built myself a fortress and you lost the key.

The sound of your voice is gone but
I can still feel you near,
you always kept me close enough to touch but you
never held me dear.

Pages and pages of heartbreak and sorrow,
I can never escape the dawn of tomorrow.
And between the lines of day and night,
you withheld your love just out of spite.

You punished me for being too weak,
you punished me for never finding the words to speak.
But in the mouth of trauma I lost every sense of direction,
hurt and pain became a sign of affection,
which is why it took me so long to make the connection.

I didn’t see your love for what it was until it became something ugly and painful,
but nothing you did was ever meant to be spiteful.

You gave me everything you could and I refused to let you in,
you knocked on the door and asked me where to begin.
Where was the force? The breaking of doors? The power of starting wars just to claim me as yours?
It can’t be love if it’s doesn’t bleed all over the floors?

Now I’m awakened by the lingering presence of something lost that can never be,
and as I’m watching the leaves fall from the autumn tree,
I realize that he won, I can never from his broken world flee.