I write more when I miss you… I don’t know what that says about me Notebook open, passenger side Streetlights flicker as I drive Every line just turns to you Even when I try not to Ink runs faster late at night When I’m somewhere between wrong and right I don’t say it out loud again So I write it down in poems and pens you have the other half of my heart, and that piece of me is still wondering somewhere out there, looking for the other, trying to be whole again. Poems and pens That’s how I talk to you now Every page just lets it out What I can’t say out loud. Poems and pens Every line I never send Still somehow leads me back To where we used to end. I drive past where we used to be Like it might rewrite the memory But the roads don’t change a thing They just echo everything Got your name between the lines Hidden where the truth won’t shine If I read it back again It’s just you in different forms of “when” you have the other half of my heart, and that piece of me is still wondering somewhere out there, looking for the other, trying to be whole again. Poems and pens That’s how I talk to you now Every page just lets it out What I can’t say out loud. Poems and pens Every line I never send Still somehow leads me back To where we used to end. the world would keep turning if I left it. and you wouldn’t notice. Maybe that’s how we are meant to be, left opened. Poems and pens That’s how I talk to you now Every page just lets it out What I can’t say out loud. Poems and pens Every line I never send Still somehow leads me back To where we used to end.
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