Sometimes I feel I left a piece of me inside you.
I didn’t leave it there because I wanted to.
Not sure it was on purpose at all.
All I know is there is this part of me, you carry with you.
You probably don’t even know it’s there.
There might never be a day you’ll think of it, discover it.
All I know is it is stuck with you,
And it is lost in me.
I left a piece of who I am,
A small bit of how I feel.
A fragment of my identity.
so many emotions, there are there.
They live in a place I’ll never reach.
And they are missing, I feel it.
I feel them not being there.
they were lost along the way.
I miss her. I miss that girl when she still was a whole.
I long for her to be back one day,
So I can feel again, breathe again.
Live again, with all the colors other people see.
I don’t get to see them now.
And you might be using them
Using them to live your life in full HD,
as you should.
It’s so easy to be reminded of them
cause they are so alive
they flutter like a thousand butterflies
with wings cutting me as they left.
Sometimes I’ll think about it
What if we were friends again.
How much I miss not only that part of me,
But also that past of us.
I know its gone, and in your case forgotten,
But I think about it often, as my mind will remind me.
Remind me of all these feelings, vibrating to get out,
To leave you and come back to me. To wonder and finally be free.