"You've come back,

yet I no longer need you.

I've lost track

on how it feels to be true.

To everyone else, to myself, to you.

I don't think I could see any other color,

other than your eyes so blue.

"Yet why is it so hard to let go?

To feel anything other than the blow

of fresh air through me

everytime you say sorry.

I feel as if now I'm free,

I don't feel beat, I'm fine.

So why do I no longer feel anything

when we're intertwined?"