I look out the window
Willing your existence
Hoping you’ll knock on my door
Tell me I’m the only thing you live for.
You once said I was gorgeous and intelligent
So why is it that you aren’t hell bent?
Hell bent on fighting for me,
For freedom and safety.
Hell bent on getting me to safety
Getting us there safely.
I’m only a shell now of what I once was
My entire interior was devoted to one.
Now cold and alone
I must carry on.
I wish you good fortune
In your future left to come.