Express The Distress

unfinished story

i'm as hollow as a hole when i'm alone. empty inside, swallowing my pride, all because you left me behind. my days are spent under cold blankets, your warmth barely a memory as i cry and cry and cry. some nights i find myself gazing at the sky searching for a shooting star to wish upon. to wish i knew why. and i scold myself for thinking about you, for being foolish. what we were was a fantasy, and our story has ended. you said you were done playing hero so you stopped our sequel. but you didn't write us yourself, i'm still here on delay waiting for you to come back and continue our cliche. we have more to tell, you can even be the antagonist this time around as long as you bid me farewell. what i'm saying is, you can be whoever you want to be as long as you're something to me. just don't let me be, i hate when you flee. please come back to me.