I Ache
…
I told myself I wouldn't miss you
(we both knew that was a lie)
I told myself I was better without you
(I forgot how alone I was)
I believed this was best.
(why do I feel worse?)
…
You spent so long destroying me
(or defining me, I don't fit in that old suit)
And when they said it was bad-
(it was awesome and terrible)
When they pointed out the lies-
(we both told so many)
When they tried to puzzle it out-
(we are not pieces, we are a whole)
…
I remembered
(and I ached for the missing)
