Windows to my Soul

Read like a book I lie awake , red , puffy , swollen eyes And a broken heart , For a silly reason really . I wonder how this is easy for you , How not speaking to me comes as easily as taking a breath I still reminisce on the future we planned , Talking about how we wished things were different. I really did mean it when I said i loved you. Sometimes I feel silly for wishing you'd mutter it back too. I know you're not really wired that way , but still I hope you'd one day say You are so far engraved into my soul and existence That no one could ever truly understand me without at the very least hearing your name.