Free time, a pen a paper and her
You graduated from college with a degree
I struggled to be able to go, and all I heard from people was you were too good for me
I let those thoughts creep in my head
And because of my actions we came to an end
Most of my time I now spend with a paper and a pen
Trying to think of something to get you out of my head
I do this to give me something to distract me
But I keep going back to when you made me happy
They say to write what’s inside and what you feel
But the only thing I have is this pain that’s so real
I know my weakness is opening up in any matter
I try to be strong instead of weak but in reality all I feel is the latter
I understand why you left because of the looks of disdain and questions in which the tone of judgment I received around town
I realized you’d receive the same questions to a degree if you’d stayed around
Last November we talked about moving to the city and getting a dog and naming him ruffles
But you said we should wait till June because it’d be too much of a struggle
Two months later you left out of the blue
Moved into the city to start your life somewhere new
Ironically enough it was the place we talked about moving in together
Where, with ruffles, we’d start conquering the world, together, forever
Now my inbox is empty, my time is all free
Now all I have is time on my hands to think of what use to be
I’m left sad, angry, and hurt but I hope in your new life you are succeeding
Even if I feel that you left me when I needed you the most, alone, with my back and heart bleeding