Empty Space

A void.

I thought I was fixing the broken pieces in my heart,

turns out I was creating illusions in order to feel whole again.

Will it ever be fixed?

I’m happy, I’m living, I’m alive again

but it all feels like I’m floating in a life that isn’t mine.

I’m lost with you, but not in the way that we’d find a map and be okay

I’m lost in the way we used to be

and how hurt I’ve been,

I can’t find the words to express the mess that’s in my brain that has its own fog

and I probably sound crazy. I should be happy.

But you’re the empty space I want to fix,

though I missed my chance it seems

you’re happy without me.