I wish I could drown you out.

But I still feel

everything that was once there.

Somehow, I still miss you

You were the only one

who made me feel alive and seen.

Now i’m left pondering,

what did it all mean?

Was I used like a rag,

a piece in your scheme?

Or was there something real,

something we just couldn’t seam?

All that’s left is deadweight,

and a strange gratitude for what transpired.

For if it weren’t for what you took from me,

this growth might’ve never been inspired.