fill in the blanks,
cuz you left a lot of them,
tell me the reasons
tell me the reasons please.

you left with so much
we never said anything
about our reasons
about our reasons for . . .

raining down these words
they hurt so bad
to hear them like this
from our mouths its not the same
i cant believe you said that . . .
i said that . . .

you meant a lot
a lot of things to me
seems out of place
im out of space

pointed words with a poison tip,
tear filled eyes on sunny days,
all these things make me feel bad
you saw these things, only with me.
does this mean im wrong?
that i did this to you?
did you do it to me?
were we both wrong?
. . . all along . . .

i loved you back then . . .
i think i still do
but i am not sure . . .
i am not sure, of you . . .