The sun has set again,
And it's a cold, lonely night.
I’ve stopped thinking about you
Not because I don’t care,
But because you chose to lose sight.
You never saw the weight of my joy fading,
How every smile slowly drowned in waiting.
If only you had a clue
How deep and true my feelings grew.
I gave you all the light I had,
But you left me drowning in the dark.
Loved you so loud, it broke me quiet,
Now I’m just shadows without a spark.
You held my heart like it was spare,
Dropped it cold like it was never there.
Tell me, was I ever real to you
Or just someone who cared too true?
I tried reaching out in texts after texts,
But no replies that lead to a context.
I thought you were busy, but this was silence,
Leaving me inside the dark corner of my fence.
Which you know it isn't easy to wrestle with,
Now I'm lost and nowhere to be found beneath.
And yes, I have cried,
Not for pity but because you think I never tried.
When all I ever knew was to love you so loud,
In my own ways the world never heard.
There is nothing more, just filled with pain,
There is no thunder, only quiet rain.
No echo left in my hollow chest,
Just the ghost of love that won’t rest.
I replay our memories like broken tape,
Your laughter fades, and joy escapes.
Every "what if" is a blade I face,
In a war of love you left without trace.
You let me carry the weight alone,
Built me up just to crumble my bones.
What was I to you, just a name in your phone?
A warmth you borrowed when you felt unknown?
Now I’m left in rooms we never shared,
Staring at walls that know how I cared.
I whisper your name, but the air feels dead,
Like a prayer that's cursed instead of said.
I gave you all the light I had,
But you left me drowning in the dark.
Loved you so loud, it broke me quiet,
Now I’m just shadows without a spark.
You held my heart like it was spare,
Dropped it cold like it was never there.
Tell me, was I ever real to you
Or just someone who cared too true?
I screamed in silence, I bled in light,
Hoping you'd see me in your sleepless night.
But you sleep so well while I count scars,
Mapping my sorrow by invisible stars.
And yes, I have shattered in pieces too small,
Picking up nothing and blaming it all.
You say I was too much, maybe that's true.
But I was never too little, not for you.
So let this be my final cry,
Not of longing, but of goodbye.
Not for closure, not for peace,
But for the love that will never cease
Even though you let it die.