It's the end. I said we're done.
I broke my own heart, and I suppose I broke yours too.
I broke our hearts, but is yours still aching?
Does your heart still remember the cute texts we sent?
Or the late nights we spent?
The good morning texts, the sweet dreams,
the phone calls and the voice notes-
does it still remember?
Does your heart yearn the way mine does?
Does it yearn for one more conversation?
Does it yearn for one more joke?
Does it yearn to hear your laugh?
Your laugh was music to my ears, and now I've lost it. And it's my fault.
It's my fault we broke.
And it's on me.So why?
Why do I miss you so much?
Why do I love you so much?
Why is my heart still there?
Why hasn't it moved on?
And that begs the question, does it not?
Have you moved on?
Have you forgotten the late nights and the calls?
The random conversations and the deep talks?
Have you forgotten me already?
Have you moved on?
I wish I knew. I truly do.
But I guess I'll never know,
'cause you're no longer mine,
just as I'm no longer yours.

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