Lost

Childlike demeanour
Alittle coffee with my creamer
I miss writing on the windows
But they all turned into mirrors
Your voice was clear
"I don't want you, we are over!"
It's still ringing in my ears
"Shit I fucked up, let's start over"
Too bad I lost what kept her near
I must have left it
At the bus stop
On our last date to the fair
That lucky boy that found it
Better never hurt you dear
I write this all the fucking time
It's too bad you cannot hear
When I scream into my pillow
I'd rather whisper in your ear
That I love you
I type I hate you
I hope you know that isn't true
Because if I ever lost you
I'd be lost too