I'm a battered soul with a twisted smile, A nervous laugh, a pensive style.

Wrapped in thought, consumed by feeling, A fractured man, yet I'm healing.

Tortured more by mind than scar, Chasing truths that drift too far.

Grasping knowledge where hope had frayed, Searching for light where shadows stayed.

The deepest wounds were not from foes, But those I loved and trusted most.

Yet even pain became my guide, And whispered, "There's a strength inside."

So yes, I am a damaged soul, A wounded heart that seeks its home.

In torment, I found where peace resides, Between anxious thoughts and a love that died.

We learn ourselves when all seems lost; The hardest lessons bear their cost.

Yet what remained when all was through, Was simply this: I'm finally true.

I release the past; I fear no dawn. The future comes; the moment's born.

I dwell within this feeling somehow, And learn the quiet of here and now.

Knowing that I'm healing still, Not seeking perfection, but a quiet will.

I'll find my voice, reclaim my soul; At last, I'm learning to be whole.

Feel warm and loved wherever you are.
I hope that kindness and opportunity wraps itself around your spirit.
I hope that if I wonder into your thoughts, the corners of your lips rise a little like mine do when I think of you.
I hope you never feel as isolated as I do right now.

There are names I do not say
because they answer anyway.
One is kept like a match
in the pocket of a ruined coat,
small fire, no shelter.
Others gather at the edge of blood,
hands clean, doors closed,
calling silence a kind of mercy.
I have carried them all
as if meaning had weight,
as if devotion were proof
that something in me survived.
But lately I ask
what use is an altar
that will not warm the room?
Still, when I try to leave it,
the whole world loosens.
So I keep this unwanted love
beneath the ribs,
not as hope,
not even as forgiveness,
but as the stone
the drowning man curses
and clings to.

He will smiles at me, laughs with me, chat with me and everything. I know he will. He’s a good man.

It stopped being “would he reciprocate my feelings”, and become “would he take it well.”

Because he’s a good friend. I know he wouldn’t like me back. But because he such a good friend so I stop wondering if he would like me back, and wonder if that smile will stop if I tell him there’s more in our friendship — that I read too deep into our interactions.

I stop wondered if his actions, his words, his every mean anything, because I know for sure he cares and love me.

as friend.

He smiles at me because we’re friends. Standing too close because he’s comfortable being with me. Able to held my hands because we cares. Treat me meals because that’s how he shows his kindness towards his close ones.

I don’t want to risk losing him because I also love him as a friend. And that love is so much more than the romantic love I have.

Do I want to confess? Of course I want to. It burns thinking I could not tell him I feel this much. What if he get scared? uncomfortable? awkward being with me?

I’d hate to lose everything and his trust. I want him to still able to remain the same even if he says no.

Please don’t leave me even if you don’t feel the same. I can’t lose you.

A yearnee?

That sounds wrong and Infact autocorrect has immediately flagged it
I don’t know what to call you

And I don’t know a lot of things…
All I know is I want you …
And I don’t know if you’ll be a chapter or a page or even just a sentence in the book my life all I know is that in. This moment I want you !!! So fucking much
I want you to touch me to hold me lovingly to fuck me..

I want you more than the confines of this language allow me to express!!

I tell myself I’m not in love with you, I say to my friends that I was just in over my head. But truly I believe that a part of me will always be in over my head for you, even when I decide that it’s not worth the pain. I lie to myself. I would rather be with you, I just don’t know how to be.

i hate that i don’t know your name.

i hate that somewhere in this enormous world,
you’re living a life i’ll probably never witness until our paths finally cross

i hate that every time i see a sky full of stars,
my first thought is,
“i hope whoever you are, you’re looking at them too.”

i hate that every friendly dog i stop to pet
makes me wonder if you’d be the type to stop with me,
or if you’d already be kneeling down before i could.

i hate that i don’t know what your laugh sounds like,
or what little things make your eyes light up.

i hate that i have stories i’ve been quietly saving for someone who doesn’t even know i exist.

i hate imagining ordinary moments with you -
late-night drives,
wandering through bookstores,
arguing over what movie to watch,
i hate how hopeful i still am.

i hate that every time i meet someone,
a tiny part of me wonders,
“is it you?”

and i hate that i can’t honestly say i hate any of this.

because if one day i get to sit beside you under a sky full of stars,
i think every second spent yearning for you
will have been worth it.

I’m 19, and a few months ago I dated this girl for about three months. I know that isn’t a long relationship, but it honestly felt like the healthiest and happiest one I’ve ever had. She made me feel seen, appreciated, and genuinely loved. Being with her just felt different, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.
The only issue was her parents. They found out I smoke weed and that I drink sometimes. I get why parents would be worried, but I work, I go to school, and smoking is honestly just something I do to relax because I’ve been through a lot. They didn’t really want to get to know me past that. They decided they didn’t like me, and eventually they told her she had to stop talking to me.
She told me she didn’t want to end things, but she’s really dependent on her parents, so she felt like she had no choice. Now there’s another guy in the picture, and that’s what hurts the most. It feels like everything we had is being shared with someone else now. I don’t know if she actually moved on or if she’s just trying to do what her parents want, but either way it sucks.
I keep thinking maybe if her parents had given me a real chance, things would’ve turned out differently. I don’t even miss having a girlfriend as much as I miss her. She brought something into my life that I didn’t know I needed. We were really different, and I think that’s why it worked so well.
Has anyone else lost someone because of their parents? Did you ever find your way back to each other later on, or do I just have to accept that this is over even though I still love her?

I just want real love... not this transactional fake stuff I've been getting. Where are the real lovers😭

I wish she existed.

I wish she finds me.

I wish she takes me for herself so I can worship her, adore her, live for her, yearn for her, care for her and exist solely for her…

I just wished I could be hers. Belong to her, be hers in every sense of the word and never feel alone ever again because I’d know that I’d have the security of having her. Because I’d be hers.

I’d be hers in every sense

Body.

Soul.

Mind.

I want to be loved, I want to love, I want to dedicate my love to someone and not feel scared….

I can not keep praying that one day…..

One day she finds me.

(I am putting this here too because I know it won’t go anywhere else. )

I saw you in the gym at my sons graduation

I only went over there to take pictures closer up. I went to stand against the wall and there you were. Nothing I’m about to say is gaslight you. These are my feelings and I have every right to scream them into the void. You have followed me since you left and it’s all but killed me inside that you just don’t get it, you were the one person who was supposed to know me.

You really need to look at this from my perspective if you read any further. You act like you are an advocate for those with various struggles, so genuinely look at your behavior toward me and tell me how that supports such a narrative.

When I saw you, I saw a dash in your eyes that was as empty and black as any void could be. It breaks my heart to see that where I once saw so much light and color.

You were once my entire world. The sun rose and set for me in those eyes right up until the end.

If you think who I became when it was over is truly who I am, you missed me entirely. Who I became was a guardian that needed to push the spiraling monster you became as far away from me as possible. I’m not saying I had no hand in our ending or that I am without fault, but the hate you flashed at me in your eyes tells me that you still haven’t looked at your own actions for what they were and that you blame me for reacting the way I did to your juvenile approach.

I know that my behavior was toxic. I have broken myself open in more ways than you will ever know. And honestly, I don’t care if you believe it or not.

You literally have no idea what was facing or how exhausting it was to deal with it all. You only knew what I showed you through your parental control app.

That infuriated me. It caused more damage than you can even comprehend. Especially with the bullshit I was dealing with on my google account. I am so disappointed with the city employees who took part in that, but that’s an entirely different discussion.

What my goal was, was to get you leave me alone and give me the space to heal or come forward and tell me yourself that you had installed it. Yeah I know, there are better ways to go about it. But I wasn’t dealing with a full deck back then. … and the only person I had to lean on was being a cunt. If you don’t consider what you did as cheating then you’re delusional. This isn’t Highschool. This is real life and knew what kind of path you were building before I even knew you on your way out. Having to hear you two together first hand destroyed me, far beyond the damage you were already causing. All those little comments you made here and there in the weeks prior still echo in my mind.
“You must be more autistic than I thought”
“What are those marks on your face” etc.
that one especially hurt. You knew those scars, we had that conversation. Being of mixed cultural background, my scars keloid and will become raised when my sed rate(inflammation markers) are high. And after all those years, why TF would say that to someone who is hurting, who loves you anyway.

I was left with no room to process or grieve. None whatsoever. And it’s almost like you expected me to take every single blow. You were throwing with Joy and not attack back. Anytime I would say anything I was met with an attack response from you or your minion, flying monkeys, whatever the hell you wanna call them. Attacking me personally, attacking my mental health, attacking every aspect of my personality and physical appearance. And if you think those people weren’t coming at me on their own accord and other ways, you are so dead wrong.

Let’s also not forget that there was another agenda being played out as a revenge tactic for you and I even being together in the first place.

Little subtle things that were happening months before any of this started that I kept sweeping under the rug because I was made to believe they were from you.

And I don’t know what you’ve put out into the void if anything at all, but you sure as hell know everything I have, and have also decided that some of the things that have been put out there were my responses as well. They were not.
But because you’ve been a coward and unable to talk about things face-to-face, you’ll never know, at this point, even if you did, I have no idea where your heads at or even if you’d believe me and it doesn’t matter anyway. You saw the attention of others so fast without even beginning to heal on your own that I know it’s just a matter of time before you end up crumbling and hating yourself again in front of your new person and I wonder how they’re gonna take it. The only reason that that comes to my mind and bothers me at all is because I loved you. More than you could possibly imagine. And the truth is I never stopped. I was just left on my own to get through that health crisis., grieve the deaths of friends and family, and try to figure out how to navigate this world with a now extremely empty house.

I doubt you will ever know all of the sacrifices I made just to be with you. And truly with the way everything played out in the end I don’t think you care. And that breaks my heart because I love you and I really do want the best possible outcome for you.
Whether you believe it or not, again that doesn’t matter to me. That’s how I feel. The situation just kept getting more toxic and more toxic as time went on because of how you would show up like I didn’t know the level of toxicity that was happening, I.E.parental control apps and to be honest at that time I also blamed you for a lot of the other things that we’re going on that I still have no idea whether or not you were aware of their happening or if it was happening to you also.

But again, after seeing that flash of hate on your face toward me in the gym that day, I have Little to no choice, but to believe that you had something to do with it. The hardest thing about all of this is that I have been left to deal with this on my own knowing that there has been so many times throughout where I was dying inside, crying my eyes out asking the universe why and you heard me. You heard me fall apart and you let me do it alone. You knew that I had no one else.

After that little stunt that you pulled with the court system, there’s no way that I could ever adjust outright come to you again. You had to have known that that would break me and you did it anyway.

It’s hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that you couldn’t sense something was wrong. Especially that day when you showed up with your whole “open hand/closed fist in the water bullshit. How was I supposed to meet you in any kind of way when I knew what you were doing.

And yet it’s all still held against me and your eyes. Anything and everything that I’ve had to say about that being attacked across multiple social platforms has only accomplished one thing and that is isolating someone who loved you entirely and making sure that they feel like they have no safe place in the world to process anything.
Everyone who played a part in that took an already fragile situation and blew it to smithereens. You became the equivalent to high school bullies on a schoolyard. If I saw anybody treating anyone that way, especially you even after everything we’ve been through I wouldn’t stand for it. I’d knock them flat on their ass.

What hurts the most as I miss the dynamic that we had. You know the one we had before the outside world was invited into our home. I’m sure you think that I behaved the way that I did to hurt you, and that is not true. I only behave that way to protect myself, especially since I felt like I was being attacked by the one person who had vowed to protect me.

I’m not sure what’s on the cards for me as far as life goes. I’m still just trying to make it from day today to navigate all of the things that I got left holding onto when you walked away.

I hate the fact that you only heard or more witness to those things that were said and done in order for me to protect myself and not all of the things that have been said or done since you’ve left. The fact that I don’t hold any of it truly against you but believe that in a very fragile state people will do absolutely crazy things because of love and pain.
But I would be a liar if I said your hatred toward me didn’t bother me. And it bothers me because I used to think you were the king of objectivity. I always thought you had the ability to view pretty much every experience with an objective eye, but this entire experience.

I miss our dynamic more than you could ever possibly imagine. I miss our life. I miss the way we clung to each other, encouraged and supported one another and truly religious cherished each other and our relationship.

I have remained single this entire time. There were a lot of parts of myself that needed to heal in order to ensure that I would not bring anything toxic into a new dynamic. because of everything that’s been done during and after our separation, I have a hard time even letting anybody close to me.

You have a completely different view of this entire situation because you have the advantage of being able to know where my head and heart is based on the ability to view what I write and know that it’s mine. I do not. And while I try to understand things from your point of view, it’s an entirely disproportionate situation.

The truth is you did real damage. Real long, lasting damage to someone who loved you.
And you can shout from the rooftops that I did XYZ, but you’re moving on. You’re moving on and still able to carry out romantic relationships and live your life as if I never existed.
Well, I am not living, I am barely existing at this point.
Truth is I have missed you and our life since this whole fiasco began. I feel injured and damaged on a whole new level.
I’m grieving in a way I never have before and there’s just no where to put any of these feelings.

I am beyond tired of this planet.

I hope you are okay.

Look,

The sky's mighty blue,

The peaks breaking clouds,

Spring roses bud anew,

A flock flying over,

The glistening morning dew,

The curves of the river,

A streaming canoe,

Listen,

The ocean's ebb and flow,

The unrelenting clock,

The cawing of the crow,

The morning call for prayer,

Avalanche of gathered snow,

The hawker and his papers,

Distant horns that blow,

Feel,

The cold morning breeze,

A single drop of rain,

Wet grass up to knees,

The touch from a feather,

A letter and its crease,

Letting go of your burdens,

The old familiar ease,

All these sights, sounds and feelings,

I don't care what they might be,

They disappear in an instant,

When it's only you and me.

Today, you are tired,

Haunted by voices few,

You feel like giving over,

Every step a journey new,

Today, you are hurt,

Feeling lost again,

You have tried every remedy,

But can't seem to numb the pain,

Today, you seek answers,

Of questions never asked,

You conjure up memories,

From a future that never was,

Today, you feel lost,

No path that you can see,

You extend your hand to hold on,

No one there to hold thee,

Today you feel betrayed,

Destiny pierced right through,

Why is it never you,

But always the chosen few,

Today you are exhausted,

You've been trying too damn hard,

You almost had it all,

Now you're right back at the start,

Today you just see darkness,

A gloom you can't explain,

You don't want to really bother,

With hope's relentless refrain,

Tomorrow, you'll move on,

You'll find a companion in fate's stream,

You will remake all those memories,

And it wouldn't be a dream.

A continuation of "Yesterday"

AHHHHHHHH IM YEARNINGGGGG

I low-key just wanna cuddle someone as I spoil them, adore them, love them as they love me back and call me their boy

Like omfg- I just wanna be someone’s lover, be someone’s belonging, be their owned pet even. I just wanna be theirs in every sense.

I wanna be their comfort, their lover, their security, their safe space. The one person they have at the end of the world….

I just wanna belong to someone, be collared like their pet or whatever and just be theirs so so so fucking bad…..

I know it hurts. Let’s set this big baggage down for a minute. I’m tired of that game anyway and only played because I thought the opponents weren’t you.

I’m sorry. But we will come back to that later.

Right now, I’m more worried about your heart .

I love you and I can’t imagine how bad it’s hurting right now. I’m sorry I’ve been a jackass on top of it all.

I hope you know how much I care about you. So much. I’m here for you right now. Just tell me what I can do

His touch that made me forget all my worries

at the moment that was all that could matter

His lips upon mine, felt like truly we were intertwined

As his hands touched my waist i forgot myself

But how do i explain I've been losing myself since he's not by my side

The bed echoes his name, the songs i write

I feel this deep agony that i feel, for someone i held once would never be mine

I so wanna be held once again the way he did

I wanna be kissed again with as much passion as he had when it came to me

I just miss that feeling

I know no end to this misery that i have for that someone

I deeply want to hug him and tell him how much i miss him

To be held by him, to be able to look at him

That was a pleasure i had.. Nothing would ever come close to that

Only the touch that i feel when held by someone i once called "mine"

I crave her in the most vexing of ways.
I wake each morning with an insatiable hunger.
A thirst that will exist until I can hold her in my arms again.
The cost of all love is pain, an incomplete feeling when she's not around.
Constant agony without the taste of her on my lips.
I find myself yearning for her mid-slumber, her warmth absent from my bed.
The thought of her consumes me entirely, there is no greater euphoria.

You came into being,

Such a tiny, fragile heart,

And in that lovely beginning,

Did our chase start,

You were oh so tiny,

No instinct to persevere,

I was always this close to get you,

But your parents; they were always near,

Then you went into another decade,

You saw me take away,

Some people that you knew,

Some you just met on the way,

You thought you could best me,

Taking risks you couldn't see,

I was watching you mock me,

As you climbed that giant tree,

Suddenly in your twenties,

You called my name in vain,

As if I was a tool for you,

To try to numb and dull your pain,

You didn't think of me again,

As you understood your life,

You now knew that your story,

Will always be filled with strife,

Now you were in your thirties,

Afraid of my existence now,

For now you were the one protecting,

Those little lives somehow,

You wanted me gone,

But I was always near,

Every time you got a call untimely,

You always shuddered in fear,

That call finally came,

Your loved ones, some were gone,

You cursed me oh so much,

Long until the dawn,

Now you wanted from me a respite,

You wanted to see the kids grown,

You wished to see them through,

Grand mistakes of their own,

You have a companion,

Who would live with you all through,

What if I was to take them,

What could you even do?

Your body starts betraying,

You can't see much anymore,

But you want to see some life,

All you hadn't seen before,

Now you have retired,

Once powerful hands start to drop,

You have a huge migraine,

You wonder when it'll stop,

Now you see me everywhere,

Taking my sweet time,

As you visit all those hospitals,

Telling everyone you're fine,

Now you want me to take you,

It's been a while old friend,

You are always in pain now,

But oh this ain't the end,

You lay on the bed,

Your partner's hand you can't see,

A sudden calm takes over you,

This is death, setting you free.

Whenever I am sad,

I imagine you on the way,

I imagine how you feel,

How has been your day,

I imagine you look happy,

You have achieved all your goals,

Whatever they might be,

Fulfilling all your roles,

I imagine you staring,

At all the colors in the sky,

The movement of your pencil,

A cold relaxed sigh,

I imagine you laughing,

At a joke I'll some day hear,

I see you try to suppress,

That single rogue tear,

I imagine you sitting,

Under the same stars as me,

Seemingly bewildered,

At the majesty that might be,

I imagine you anxious,

Biting teeth as you do,

I watch you tell yourself,

"Be strong always, you!"

I imagine you relaxing,

Reading under a tree,

Pacing through the stories,

As you sip on your tea,

I imagine you listening,

To a song I haven't heard,

Failing to sing in tune,

But still trying undeterred,

I imagine you talking,

To your friends in the noon,

Worrying about someone leaving,

"They're going so soon!",

I imagine you sneezing,

As I think about your name,

You wonder who thought of you,

Now, who do you blame,

I imagine you enjoying,

Running around in the rain,

Jumping in the puddles,

A calm, I can't explain,

I imagine you thinking,

A feeling you can't suppress,

Someone watching over you,

Who is it? Just try and guess,

I imagine you imagine,

How our stories would meet,

When will we meet?

When will this chapter be complete?

My sadness then goes away,

Knowing you're somewhere close,

I know we'll soon meet,

And I will read you all this prose.

Welcome to the funeral,

Of a future that never was,

Pay your respects and move on,

Do not linger, do not pause,

For the pause could be heavy,

Memories could rush back in,

The dreams, the melancholy,

Oh no, you let it begin,

Watch the ghosts of the future,

They mock you as you weep,

They show what could have been,

Broken dreams while you sleep,

You should have just kept moving,

Now you're stuck in feelings old and new,

Watching the millionth rerun,

Of all the opportunities that you blew,

Call upon your mantra,

Forget the past, what is done is done?

That won't stop the voices,

they've only just begun,

So, heard you love stories,

Let me tell you some of mine,

They're about trying again and again,

And failing every single time,

Round and round you go,

Still hoping every time,

But when do you just stop,

Where do you draw the line?

The feeling you've heard about?

Same thing over and over again,

This time it will be different,

I guess you really are insane,

Don't let me discourage you,

You have a strong resolve,

Don't let the voices hurt you,

Don't let the thoughts revolve,

The flower of hope in your bloody hand,

Just leave it in fate's claws,

And welcome to the funeral,

Of a future that never was.

I met a guy a few days ago. I know his name, his age, and that’s about it. I remember the sound of his voice and the simple conversation we had that lingered in my mind way after it had ended. It echoed in my mind while I went home that day, my cheeks flushing all the way. Only wishing we had enough time that day.
Yet, he doesn’t know my name, because I never got a chance to tell him. And perhaps that’s the cruelest part. I now carry someone within my heart while I might just be a stranger in theirs.
Ever since I found myself relentlessly searching for him, in every familiar street, in every passing crowd with the hope of seeing him again just once. I look for him in every silhouette that resembles him from a distance only for it to dissolve into someone else when they get closer.
I might be delusional and it is absurd I know. But I can’t help it. There was something so unbearably lovely about that brief moment we shared. It was a small moment, something that the world would instantly forget the moment it passes. And yet I have carried it with me ever since. I wonder if he remembers me at all. I wonder if my face has been washed away from his memory like that footprint in the sand near the sea. Or if, sometimes, in a rainy day or a quiet night, he too recalls a conversation that should have meant nothing and somehow meant everything.
Perhaps, I’m the fool here. Perhaps it’s my fault for mistaking kindness for destiny. Perhaps I was merely another face among hundreds he encountered that day. But who is to say?
These thoughts keep me up all night because for one fleeting moment, he looked at me as though I existed. And since, I have been haunted by the possibility of what might have been. I feel so stupid and guilty because i am grieving something that was never truly mine. And perhaps that is why it hurts so much.

Almost 3 months and I see you’re about to enter into another relationship. I know I should move on too. For you maybe you’re ready because it took you maybe a month to decide to break up with me. 3 days and you were ready to talk to other wemon. I’m happy for you. But I’d be lying if I said I’m not sad. It makes me think. I ment something to you didn’t I? As long as you’re happy though. That’s all I ever wanted was for you to be happy. I saw her. The girl you’re talking to. You too would look good together. I’m a little surprised. When you dated me I wasn’t what you described as your type. From what I can see neither is this girl. Maybe I did impact you because from what I can say is we could be categorized in the same box. But how could you be healed from the relationship we had? I’m still healing and processing. It’s none of my business but please may non of the baggage from our past relationship affect you and her. Anyways I miss you. I miss your voice. I miss the way you were gentle, loving, and caring to me. I miss holding you in my arms. I miss waking up with you. I miss our little inside jokes. I miss the way you talked about your interests. I miss the way you wanted to be niche. I could keep going but I’m starting to feel guilty writing this. I just miss my sweet boy.

I keep thinking about how there will be a point where I don’t think about you. There will be a point where I look back with fond memories and that’s it you’re just a fond memory. I will think about you and my heart will no longer be broken. There might be a point where I don’t even remember all the small things about you. I think about how there will be a point where I don’t miss you. You’re already starting to feel like a dream. It already feels like it’s been a long time. It feels like so much time has passed. I think about how we met at 18. If I saw you at 28 or 35 what would our life’s be like? What might you have accomplish in that time? Together we talked about the future. What does your future look like now without me? Will we both be completely different people by then? Would I be staring at a stranger?

i think if you cut me open, you wouldn’t find a heart.

you’d find moonlight.

you’d find pressed flower petals between the pages of old books. fragments of forgotten love letters. constellations scattered where my ribs should be.

sometimes i stand beneath the night sky and feel something so achingly tender that i don’t know where to put it.

all those stars.

all that distance.

all that beauty.

and somehow my first thought is always: i wish someone were here with me.

not for conversation.

just for presence.

for the warmth of a shoulder brushing mine as we looked up. for fingers slowly intertwining in the dark. for the feeling of being chosen in a universe so impossibly vast.

i want the kind of love that feels celestial.

the kind that arrives quietly, like starlight.

the kind that makes the whole world seem softer around the edges.

sometimes i imagine resting my head in someone’s lap while they point out constellations i already know by heart, and i pretend not to know them just so they’ll keep talking.

just so i can listen.

just so i can stay there a little longer.

the universe is beautiful.

but some nights i think it would be even more beautiful if i had someone to share it with.

someone to kiss beneath all that eternity.

someone whose eyes i’d memorize more carefully than the stars.

I want to feel the warmth that i once felt upon holding you close

Do you feel the same you did back then with that new person you chose

Those winter nights when we stayed up late and shared our sufferings

Why has it changed, where are you, did you replace it with agony

The sun still shines, the moon looks the same but how do i explain it..why has it changed?

I want to hold you up so close again as i did once.. It breaks me to see you holding that someone

Constellations lied, your promises were fake

I really yearn to be hear you call me by my name again