My whole head is a mess—so is my room. Just thinking of you makes my stomach hurt. Knowing you’ve moved on hurts more than thinking of you.

“How could you do it so easily? Why couldn’t I? How do you sleep at night, after all the good memories we had?”

These thoughts flow through my head every night.

And even though you’re not gone, I can’t stop wondering—

“Do you think of me the way I do?”

My head is always a mess, but your presence in it feels nothing like the rest.

Do you see the sea? As dangerous as it seems, Looking at it feels like a melancholy dream.

Standing on the bridge, Looking deep down, Seeing the sea for its first time.

As dangerous as it seems, The terror it brings— Though its beauty never seemed to frighten me.

How do you see the sea?

Walking down the path, Where the moonlight collides with the cracked pavement.

Looking at the lights That barely shed light on my way to you.

Finding my way down, I sit by your grave. The leaves slowly drift down my face.

As I shed a few tears And walk down the path, I think of all the beautiful memories That we could never have—

Whilst walking down this path.