S.M.

Living with the thought of someone from the past whom you're so accustomed to being taken care of still constantly in your head, is like being stuck with a shadow that doesn't belong to you - It shouldn't be there but it doesn't go away, and because it's so natural you sometimes don't even notice it.

It's as if everywhere I go you're right behind, every song I hear, every film I see, everything I eat, there's an emptiness that makes me wish over and over again that you were here to do all these things with me to make them complete, tangible, connected to real emotions to make them proper memories...but you're not, and that's the difference. Every boy I want to love doesn't compare - I can almost see you smirking, and it frustrates me all the more because we both know we're not meant for anyone else.

Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
How I wish, how I wish you were here
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year

Running over the same old ground...What have you found?
The same old fear
How I wish you were here.
How I wish you were here.

But honestly, if I had a choice, I'd chose to forget you.