My Life After...

I keep myself stuck between love and hate,
in a box above the closet next to a window pane..
A nice little space to keep everyone at bay,
when all I really want is for someone to say they'll fucking stay,
what can I say,
I'd die for someone to say they love me too.
someone to say they'd make these gray days turn blue
but i can't because I'm still strung out over you,
like a dope fiend when his fix is due.
I need out of of this rut I'm set,
and i know from where you are, you see that I'm a fucking wreck.
and i wish i could go back to the day we met.
and just forget,
So i sit back and ask you with full regret,
even though you'll always be my Juliet,
If you would be okay with me taking another step,
so I can put my, mind my heart,
and what's left of my soul,
to rest?