the space you once filled

in bed
I miss the space you once filled
your heat next to me
now all that's left is pressed sheets
your emptiness next to me

why try

we've tried so many times
our love it's poison
it burns our eyes
blurs our minds
eats our insides
our love is genocide
why try

the end is a new day

fighting our ending then accepting
going our separate ways
finding such relief instead of dread
the end is a new day of many

sweet regret

at just the right time
in just the right space
to weight me
to sink me
to erase me
until
all that's left of me
is sweet regret

how many times

how many times must we fail
before we see the answer
the one before our eyes
we refuse to see
until it's too late
too late to see