There is a list of questions I want to ask but never will. There is a list of questions I go through in my head every time I'm alone and my mind can’t stop itself from searching for you. There is a list of questions I want to ask so if you’re listening somewhere here I'm asking them.
What at do you think happens to the love that’s left behind when two lovers leave?
How blue do you think it gets before it passes away? Does it pass away or does it still exist somewhere waiting for us to come back?
When we lied to ourselves by calling this unconditional and left, which one of us hurt more?
I shattered into a million little pieces and those pieces shattered into a million more, crumbled into dust till there was nothing left of me but the silence.
Tell me how love.
How did the grieving feel for you?
How did the mourning hurt?
How did you peel your eyes open after every blink knowing I'd never be there staring back?
It must be hard to live with what ifs, there must always be this constant dull aching in the pit of your stomach. Trust me, I feel it too.
How in the world did we get here?
How did we live through it and how are we still living?
How many months did it take before you stopped thinking of me?
Or are you still thinking of me?
Cauuse if you are then maybe I am too, thinking of you, thinking of me, with me, in me, around me, everywhere, you and me and us.
Baby, ever since we left how many times did you pretend it was my hand stroking you?
How many times did you search for me in your fantasies and end up crying instead of coming?
Don’t you lie to me. I can tell when you’re lying cause there’s always that little bit of arrogance in your response.
Are you angry with me?
Are you okay?
And would you tell me if you’re not and if we ever see each other again, do you think you’d reach out and hold me like you said you would the last time we spoke and you talked of the next time we would?
Or do you think we’d just look shake in our skin as we pine to absorb as much as we can of each other?
Cause by this time we’ve probably got someone else waiting at home.
We were good together weren’t we?
And is it wrong that I'm asking you these questions?
Tell me love that you have been looking for these answers too.