Morning breaks but nothing lifts Same air, same ache in it Ashtray full, window cracked I don’t even try to hide from that Your thread’s buried in my phone Not deleted… just left alone Like if I scroll I might undo All the damage I pushed through I stopped checking if you replied Guess I finally learned that kind of silence No more typing just to erase No more rehearsing what I’d say Your side of the bed stays clean Like you were never part of me But every night at 2:03 I swear I feel you next to me I used to beg inside my head Now I just sit with what I did There’s no fixing what I broke No last call, no final note No version where you turn around— This time I actually let it drown NOW THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO SAY TO YOU NO WORDS THAT DON’T SOUND FUCKING USED I SPENT THEM ALL TOO LATE, TOO WRONG TRYING TO FIX WHAT’S DEAD AND GONE THE TRUTH DON’T HIT—IT SETTLES IN LIKE SMOKE THAT STICKS BENEATH YOUR SKIN AND ALL THAT’S LEFT OF WHAT WE WERE IS QUIETER THAN IT FUCKING HURTS I don’t drive past your street no more Don’t check if your car’s at the door I learned to live without that pain— Or maybe just ignore the weight Heard your name, I didn’t flinch Guess that’s how you know it’s finished Not healed, not clean, not even right— Just something I outlived with time You used to be my every thought Now you’re a lesson I can’t drop I don’t pray for second tries I don’t dress it up in lies If I miss you, I let it pass— Like smoke dissolving into black NOW THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO SAY TO YOU NO WORDS THAT DON’T SOUND FUCKING USED I SPENT THEM ALL TOO LATE, TOO WRONG TRYING TO FIX WHAT’S DEAD AND GONE THE TRUTH DON’T HIT—IT SETTLES IN LIKE SMOKE THAT STICKS BENEATH YOUR SKIN AND ALL THAT’S LEFT OF WHAT WE WERE IS QUIETER THAN IT FUCKING HURTS If you saw me now… You wouldn’t recognize the quiet No chaos left to blame No fire left to fight in Just a guy who learned too late What it costs to hesitate And I don’t say your name out loud— Not because it hurts… But because it doesn’t The same way now I USED TO CHOKE ON EVERY WORD NOW THEY DON’T EVEN COME I USED TO WANT YOU BACK SO BAD— NOW I JUST SIT NUMB NO DRUNK TEXTS NO LATE CONFESSIONS JUST EMPTY HABITS AND NO DIRECTION NOW THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO SAY TO YOU NO VERSION WHERE I MAKE IT THROUGH NO FINAL LINE THAT TURNS YOUR HEAD NO WAY TO WAKE WHAT’S FUCKING DEAD THE TRUTH AIN’T LOUD—IT FADES TO GREY LIKE ALL THE SHIT I COULDN’T SAY AND ALL THAT’S LEFT OF WHAT WE WERE— IS ME… FINALLY LEARNING HOW TO LIVE WITH HER No more calls I’ll never make No more words I let decay Just smoke… And space… And a name I let fade away.
