Heavy..

I want to call your name into the wind, yet I keep hearing your voice through it-like a gift. A gift that feels so fake, because I look around for you, you're never there. I wish for endless pauses from you, just to steer the storms away of my thoughts of you. Trying to move on while thinking about you feels like the same pain I once gave you. Now everything feels backwards- you're giving me the hurt I hurt you, treating me like a queen, yet choosing someone else over me. I can't show how deeply I care, but you do, and it leaves me weak. I cry in quite corners, tears falling down my face, dreaming that someday I'll light up your own days.