Now your coffee mug is filled with rum and Coke, your pillow lies in the space you once did, I need pills to sleep, your favorite snacks line my cabinets, I have a folder on my laptop where I save things you would laugh at, and I still feel like you’re going to walk through my door like nothing ever happened.
'Brokenhearted' is a term which is bandied about with abandon. I have heard it in many contexts, yet it is only now, years later, that I fully understand what it means. Since you there have been several, but I felt nothing for any of them. Since you my heart is broken. As in it doesn't work anymore.
Even though there are some scars on my heart after our last encounter, I hope you find whatever makes you happy. We’re all lost souls trying to get through life in one piece, and I don’t want to stand in your way.