In your arms;

A space only understood by me.

A space full of the illusion of being free.

It’s where I feel home, it’s where I feel safe, it’s where I feel warm; it’s the place I’ll always want to be.

But I can’t go there.

I won’t go back. 

Until the day you come back to me.

I don’t want the you you’ve become; I don’t want the manipulation and greed

I want the you you were;

The one that was sincere.

Because now I feel alone; I feel empty in your arms.

Because you’re not the person I fell in love with.

You’re not the person I want to be with;

You’re a ghost that haunts me everyday.

And I really wish I could say:

That you’re hurting me with this relationship, with this way of life

That I wish you would go back to the way you were before

That I love you more than anything in this world,

But I’m just giving my love away.

I have every reason there is to leave, though in the end I’ll always stay,

Just to see glimpses of the person of who you where on the first day.

You’ll never read this message.

You’ll never read my poem.

You’ll never be the person I knew.

In your arms will never be the same. 

And I guess I’m ok with that.